Vague musings on the past and present of hare coursing and greyhound racing in Spain.

A Catalan children’s song remembered by Francesc Candel; early rave culture on Central America’s eastern seaboard.

A bit of free association, or rambling, as it is more widely known.

At Giseno, Lago di Como.

Will the pigeon get the cat’s food, or will the cat get the pigeon?

And whatever you do don’t let them loose in fields containing horses.

Birdies that ain’t.

But will an ecclesiastical trawler turn it into cat food first?

The pros of walking to Barcelona Airport.

From saviour to saved to savoury: the de-/remystification of bodily imperfection.

Urohydrosis.

I hope to post interviews and analysis soon.

It’s no longer a swinging safari now the nature-lovers have got guns too.

Is it on a mission from God?

Stallholders in Vilafranca del Penedès are slashing prices, but don’t let greed get the better of you.

And what to do when those boring old marble columns get in the way of your new staircase.

Statues are designed to be bird-friendly on the orders of a mysterious avian deity, which may have held sway over Luis Buñuel.

Anecdotes from the frozen wastes of Spain and Britain, with a brief burst of the usual twaddle.

A special offer on meat balls with cuttlefish will have to do until the wheel of fortune creaks in their direction.

Socialist José Sócrates continues to deny taking bribes from the British developer, Freeport, while he was environment minister. Zazie links to bloggers who expose his official income and assets, and wonders how a chicken can get so fat on so little, and why the two major parties are keeping so quiet.