Author Archives: Aaron
Hello! Having left Madrid quite suddenly in the summer (leaving, naturally, a trail of broken hearts, flabbergasted accountants, half a tub of Marmite and some perfectly serviceable Yorkshire Tea bags) this blog shuddered to a jarring halt. Apologies, and thank … Continue reading
Nowhere highlights the English at their best and worst quite like Royal Ascot. Whilst the Queen and Prince Philip parade in an open carriage with dignity and pageantry, drunken louts beat each other with bottles and chair legs. The Daily … Continue reading
I’ve returned to the subject of bullfighting recently, reading Edward Lewine’s Death in the Sun (as opposed to Hemmingway’s undoubtedly unreadable Death in the Afternoon) about his season spent with top-class matador Francisco Riveira Ordoñez. I recommend it for an … Continue reading
You might recall that I wrote a slanderous and cynical poem about Mary Poppins some time ago. On a whim I submitted it to what turned out to be the INK Festival in Newcastle, and – though I have no … Continue reading
“Shall I lay on dinner?” “No, I’d rather you didn’t. It does tend to bruise the Brussels sprouts. Let’s eat out tonight.” Weekend meal times have lately found me stuck fast between table and chair in a variety of Madrid’s … Continue reading
Having slandered most of Madrid’s popular parks, here are some photos I took in one I visited recently in the North East of the city. No complaints at all. Delightful in fact.