The shindig on Thursday night was only the beginning!
Pride weekend proper here in Barcelona begins on Friday. Thus it is that, after recovering from the Thursday night bash at Placa Universitat, and teaching my solitary Friday afternoon class at Arc de Triomf, I remember that Paolo said there was yet another party on Friday at Placa Reial, just off La Rambla. Pride or not, you’re never far from a free party in Barcelona! Continue reading “Barcelona life – Pride weekend!”
So ok – I’m back at Bar Berlin, in the lengthy break between faraway classes I have every Thursday. These two, Abertis and Bayer Pharmaceuticals, are so far out (but in the same direction), that it’s not worth me going home for the two and a half hours between them. It is, however, an excellent chance to enjoy a cervesa in the sunshine, and write a blog post!
Continue reading “Barcelona – a week in the life”
The beer here isn’t cheap. Most places you go to, they only have that continental lager, the sort of stuff that, if you’re an ale snob like me, you’d turn your nose up at anywhere in England. Thing is, it works here. It’s so warm so much of the time that your classic nearly warm pint of Scruttock’s Old Dirigible, with the twigs and the bits of beak still in it, wouldn’t be all that refreshing. A glass of Estrella, though, chilled near to freezing, is about the most perfect alcoholic beverage in this climate.
Continue reading “Barcelona life – the beer”
Barcelona. I’m sitting in the sunshine outside a slightly shabby Cerveseria
grandly named ‘Bar Berlin’, having a cheeky beer between teaching classes, and
it occurs to me I haven’t written anything about the place for months. In fact,
not since that first day of the CELTA course.
Continue reading “Barcelona life – five months in”
“Love is the death of duty.”
“Sometimes duty is the death of love.”
So. After 8 years and 73 episodes, the biggest TV show of the last decade has finally come to a conclusion. It’s fair to say that, even with the last couple of years admittedly reducing and simplifying the show’s multifarious convoluted plotlines, tying up every loose end satisfactorily was always going to be a tall order. Expectations for a series finale have rarely been higher – and harder to meet.
Continue reading “Game of Thrones: Season 8, Episode 6 – The Iron Throne”
“Men decide where power resides, whether they want to or not.”
Dracarys indeed. Lots of it. If Missandei’s final word was
an instruction, this week saw it obeyed to the letter, and gave Game of Thrones fans the spectacle they’d
always wanted from the final battle for King’s Landing.
Continue reading “Game of Thrones: Season 8, Episode 5 – The Bells”
“I’m here to free the world from tyrants. That is my destiny. And I will serve it no matter the cost.”
After all the storming excitement of last week’s episode, I
think Game of Thrones showrunners
Benioff and Weiss thought we needed a bit of a breather before moving on to the
remaining battles for Westeros. So this week we got The Last of the Starks, a satisfying but curiously schizoid episode
which came across as nothing so much as two individual eps glued together.
Continue reading “Game of Thrones: Season 8, Episode 4 – The Last of the Starks”