I´m doing well by my own admission: I have thus far taken up two kind offers of free accomodation since resigning from my London job. A lovely house in Venice and a great flat in Andalucia. Please feel free to keep the offers coming. Pads with their own pools, yachts, garages full of expenisve cars […]

Fishing in Punta Umbria is a struggle. There is the battle between the pescador´s skin and the fierce sun. There are hoots and hollers from adjacent pescadors as you cast over their lines by mistake. The fish probably put up a fair fight too – I wouldn´t know – I´ve never hooked one. Lastly, there

I woke for no apparent reason, and sat upright as I tried to figure out who I was, where I was, who had shat in my mouth. I was in a bed, my bed. I was me. It was Sunday, a day before I had to vacate my flat in a pristene condition for the