Letter from Barcelona (11): ‘We Catalans are victims of political persecution,’ says Pep Guardiola. Did you hear that, Mr.Rajoy?

My Spanish isn’t perfect, but I’m seriously worried about Mariano Rajoy’s English. Despite every British newspaper headline of the past two days lampooning Theresa May’s disastrous election results (‘She’s had her chips’ from The Sun; ‘May stares into the abyss’ from The Times; ‘Coalition of Crackpots’ from The Daily Mirror; & ‘Bloody Idiot’ from The New European being among the best), Rajoy took it upon himself to Tweet a message of congratulations to May for her ‘victory’. Congratulations? To Theresa? That must have cheered her up. The ‘Queen of Denial’ is what the London Evening Standard put as their headline alongside Mrs.May … and Rajoy himself must be the king (or prince) of denial, too.

This is the man (as summarised brilliantly on The Weekly Noticias), who only wanted to testify by videoconference in the corruption case of Gurtel because to go to court requires a 23km journey. But travelling 1,968km to Cardiff for the Champions League Final was no problem at all …

Rajoy has certainly kept his head in the sand on all matters relating to his government’s corruption scandals – and he’s also denied the Catalans any dialogue at all in relation to their request for a referendum. I’ve written about this before, for The New European, and also in a blog here and here, among others.

Today, however, in the centre of Barcelona, and in front of a crowd of many thousands, I’m hoping that Rajoy will have at least received a transcript of Pep Guardiola’s impassioned speech, delivered in Spanish, Catalan and excellent English, calling on the international community ‘to stand by us in defending the rights that are under threat today in Catalonia, such as freedom of political expression and the right to vote. To face up to the abuses of an authoritarian state.’

This is serious stuff, Mr.Rajoy. On top of all the corruption scandals that have ties to your Partido Popular, this is also a terrible image for Spain. Stop sending Tweets of congratulations to Theresa May, as she’s not going to be in power for much longer. Sort out the issues in Spain. And in the words of Pep Guardiola, stop ‘politically persecuting’ the Catalans. Let them vote.

Here is Pep Guardiola’s speech in full. Strong words:

“We are here today to make it clear that on 1 October we are going to vote in a referendum to decide our future. We will vote even though the Spanish state doesn’t want us to. We have tried to reach an agreement 18 times and the answer has always been “No”. With this response, they are ignoring the support for a referendum of 80% of the population, and showing contempt for the large majority in favour of it in Catalonia’s Parliament. We have no other solution. The only possible answer is to vote. Today, we Catalans are victims of a state that is carrying out political persecution unworthy of a twenty-first century European democracy. An interior minister who conspires to destroy our health system; political police units that fabricate false evidence against our political leaders; banning from office and prosecution against the President of the Catalan Government for having held a ballot. We all know about the attempts to destroy the Catalan school system, a foundation of our social cohesion. And the blockage on investments in our infrastructure, such as ports, airports or railways. Today Spain even persecutes political debate. This threat affects all democrats: the Catalan government, the parliament, the president of parliament and her deputies. Even our civil servants and business people are being pressurised by the prosecution service and the judicial police. This is unheard of and democratically unsustainable. This scandalous political situation can only be responded to with more democracy. For that reason we call on the international community to help us. We appeal to all democrats — in Europe and around the world — to stand by us in defending the rights that are under threat today in Catalonia, such as freedom of political expression and the right to vote. To face up to the abuses of an authoritarian state. We Catalans are going to vote this 1 October.”

The Weekly Noticias (3): Show No.3 – 7th June 2017

Here’s a link below to the podcast of Show No.3 of The Weekly Noticias, first broadcast on Weds 7th June 2017 on Radio Kanal Barcelona, with guests Xavier Castells, Chris Groves, Steve O’Brien, Silvia Sparks and Jon Groves.

In the show, questions come up about: Carles Puigdemont, Mariano Rajoy (and the distance between Madrid and Cardiff), Zinedine Zidane, Girona Football Club, Don Quixote, Terry Gilliam, Theresa May, Jeremy Corbyn, Donald Trump, Ariana Grande, Millwall, silent pavements, covfefe, Sadiq Khan, sick tourists, Benidorm nightclubs, Manuela Carmena, same-sex traffic lights, Spanish proverbs & tongue-twisters, and what you call a pig that does karate …

Follow The Weekly Noticias on FacebookTwitter, InstagramYouTubeMixcloud, Soundcloud and iVoox … and soon on TV. In the meantime, sit back, have a glass of wine, listen to the third show’s podcast via Mixcloud right here, and enjoy:


The Weekly Noticias (2): Show No.2 – 31st May 2017

Here’s a link below to the podcast of Show No.2 of The Weekly Noticias, first broadcast on Weds 31st May 2017 on Radio Kanal Barcelona, with guests Xavier Castells, Chris Groves, Stephanie Figueira, Viveka Nilsson, Jon Groves and Francis Wardley.

In the show, questions come up about: Pablo Iglesias, Mariano Rajoy, Manuel Noriega, Juana Escudero, Spanish taxi drivers, Sgt.Pepper, the Prime Ministers of Montenegro and Luxembourg, Melania Trump, British Airways, Tiger Woods, Sofia Coppola, Spanish proverbs, the modern zip, ABBA, famous Canadians, and in what US State it is (still) illegal to have oral sex with a chicken …

Follow The Weekly Noticias on Twitter, YouTube & Mixcloud … and soon on TV. In the meantime, sit back, have a glass of wine, listen to the second show’s podcast right here:




The Weekly Noticias (1): The launch show – 24th May 2017

So here it is, a link below to the podcast of the launch show of The Weekly Noticias. This is a new weekly radio show that I’m hosting, and I’m told it will be ‘pronto’ on TV (whatever that means). It aims to be a weekly round-up of the news, mainly from Spain, in English with bits of Spanglish thrown in – in a fast, fun, furious, quiz-show format. We’re aiming for it to be a great platform for Spanish and Catalan comedians to practise their English, alongside celebrities, journalists, politicians, international guests, and in fact anyone else who dares to come on the show. We have a great production team behind us, too – so please ‘like’ the Facebook page, and follow us on Twitter, share the weekly podcasts and videos (coming soon), and get in touch if you’d like to appear on the show. We’d love to hear from you.

This launch show was first broadcast on Weds 24th May 2017 on Radio Kanal Barcelona, with guests Xavier Castells, Chris Groves, Carrie Frais, Gemma Louise Poole, Jon Groves and Francis Wardley. With thanks to Viveka NilssonKatrina Logie & ‘People on the Grid’, – and to Alex and Lola at RKB.

In the show, questions came up about: Pedro Sanchez, Manuela Carmena, Real Madrid, Donald Trump, Bong Joon-Ho, Julian Assange, cruising, Jean-Claude Juncker, Barcelona airport, good deeds and Spanish vocabulary, Bob Dylan and Al Pacino, There’s also some great music from The Clash, Alle Farben & Graham Candy, and the 5th Dimension. Sit back, have a glass of wine, listen to it all and enjoy. Here’s the podcast:





Letter from Barcelona (10): Never, ever give up …

I first had an idea for a film 29 years ago – in February 1988. I’d just moved to Madrid, but I had no idea how to write a screenplay. Nor did I have a computer, or a laptop, let alone ‘Final Draft’, the scriptwriters’ software. So I simply started to write ideas about the film in notebooks, as if I was writing sporadic scenes for a play. Then I bought an old typewriter from the Rastro, and I typed up the first sequences (I’ve still got them), but I never got much further as my magazine day job took over my life, at least for that next decade in Madrid. A sub-plot for the film revolved around a kidnapping, and it was also set in the art world. I envisaged the film as a comedy, or romantic comedy. As I was lucky to live opposite the Prado Museum in Madrid, I would often go there and make detailed notes about a specific painting by Goya, and how I would rob it (for my film script, obviously). And this is true, too (it’s in the book I wrote about Madrid), and I think it was in 1990: I caught sight of Pedro Almodóvar in a club called Villa Rosa one night, just off the Plaza Santa Ana. I’d had a few drinks. Actually, I was swaying. I started to approach him, to tell him about my film idea, but someone stopped me – which was probably just as well. The reason I mention all this is because that’s how obsessed I was with the film … 29 years ago.

Finally, in August 1998 (10 years later), with the help of a book by Viki King, called ‘How To Write a Screenplay in 21 Days’, I wrote my first draft of a full-length screenplay … in 21 days. I wrote it in pencil, longhand, on 120 pages of a WH Smith A4 lined ‘refill pad’ – and, yes, I’ve still got it. I wrote it fast, using Viki King’s ‘inner movie method’, completing 5 or 6 pages a day, and without re-reading anything written the day before. I wrote it whilst sitting beside a swimming pool at a holiday villa we’d rented in Mallorca, in snatched moments when not playing sharks in the pool with the kids. My original title for the script was, ‘Until The Cows Come Home.’

I felt great once I’d written it, but then I didn’t do anything with it for 2 years. The day job got in the way again. In April 2000, however, aged 40, I invested in Final Draft software and finally re-wrote the pencil draft onto a laptop in screenplay format. My original idea was to try and sell the screenplay to a producer or a film studio (I was pretty naïve) – and over the next 18 months, guided by a film/literary agent, I re-wrote the script about 8 or 9 times, and we sent it off to various producers in London and Los Angeles, rarely receiving anything more than a ‘thanks, but no thanks’ (and, yes, I’ve kept all the rejections). Then in 2001, a family friend of an LA producer read it and liked it, and then the LA producer also read it, and he liked it, too – which was all very exciting. He wanted me to change the title to ‘Madrid, Madrid’ – which I did, happily, and then I spent hours of long-distance phone calls discussing it with him and then re-writing it again and again and again. I must have gone through another 5 or 6 drafts – but then I don’t think he really ever did anything with it. I decided to temporarily shelve it all, as I was working on my Madrid book, and also the day job(s) got in the way again.

Then in 2004, between day jobs, and at a time when I was feeling disillusioned with corporate media life back in London, I decided to set off and have a go at selling or even producing the film myself. I re-wrote the script yet again, created a pitch document for it, and went off to Los Angeles – to attend a ‘Screenwriting Expo’, and from there to the American Film Market. Again, I was pretty naïve – and I have blogged about this before in Making a Movie. I learned a lot during the next few years about the film business, but my screenplay remained unsold.

In 2007 I moved back to Barcelona, to run a magazine group. A film producer friend in Barcelona showed interest in the script, but wanted to change the ‘Madrid, Madrid’ title and location to … Barcelona. No problem. I eventually rewrote it all yet again – several times. The day job took over my life again, but in 2009 I drove up from Barcelona to the Cannes Film Market during a long weekend, pitching to try and raise funds to develop the film, helped by a UK co-producer who’d also shown enthusiasm in the project. We had fun, period.

Some people write books that are then adapted to films. I did the reverse. At the end of 2010, thanks also to an upheaval in my personal life, I started writing the film as a novel‘The Barcelona Connection’. I had become so interested in the central character of my film plot, that I wanted to write him into a book, with the possibility of further books based on his ‘adventures’. I finally completed the first draft of the novel two years later, in 2012. It was 410 pages long and I knew it didn’t work, so I didn’t really show it to anyone. Instead I rewrote it as a crime book, with some black comedy thrown in. I sent it to a few friends, and then rewrote it yet again. By now, of course, the original comedy film script had little in common with the crime novel. In 2014, I went back to Cannes yet again – something I have also blogged about here. At Cannes, a renowned producer told me that I should look at adapting the whole idea and ‘adventures’ of my central character for TV. After Cannes, I therefore rewrote things again, and also started to write a sequel novel to ‘The Barcelona Connection’, currently with the working title of ‘The Madrid Fix’. I set out to find the very best TV producers in London and Spain.

Two weeks ago, we officially announced that The Barcelona Connection’ is in development as a UK-Spain 6-part TV series … ‘season one’. Last weekend, we had a celebratory dinner with our award-winning director, Spanish and UK producers, and scriptwriter. We spent time in Figueres and Cadaques. I’m still enjoying the moment. I had an idea for a film script 29 years ago. My film script became a novel that is now being adapted for TV. Never, ever give up …

Radio in Barcelona: Animated GiF Podcast (3)

I was back on the ‘Animated GiF’ show on Radio Kanal Barcelona again yesterday, filling in as a guest co-host with Carrie Frais, in the absence of Deborah Gray. In between tasting some fine wine and cava, thanks to Francis Wardley from ‘Six Wine Stories’, we chatted about the average age Spaniards leave home, the ‘TV guilty pleasures’ of Carrie watching the ‘First Dates’ TV show, and therefore the social media phenomenon of a certain person called Toby. Most importantly, with comedian Chris Groves and producer/scriptwriter Jon Groves on the show, we managed to give a very good plug to the launch of next week’s ‘The Weekly Noticias’ radio show. Not to be missed. Here’s the podcast from yesterday’s Animated GiF show:


Letter from New York (2): Trump hits town, protected by garbage trucks.

Donald Trump was back in town yesterday – but only briefly. It was his first time back in New York since departing for Washington on 19th January to be inaugurated as president the next day (and it still feels surreal to write that). He recently said he has avoided visiting New York because the trips are expensive for the government and would ‘inconvenience’ New Yorkers. Yeah, right …

Yesterday, I counted up to 14 white ‘garbage’ dump trucks loaded with sand, all parked in line along the majestic Fifth Avenue, directly outside Trump Tower. They’re called ‘sanitation’ trucks here. A uniformed Secret Service cop told me that it was part of the NYPD’s ‘antiterrorism protocol’ and a ‘first line barricade’ – presumably to provide a dense, protective barrier in the event of a bomb. I don’t know how much it cost the New York City’s Department of Sanitation to protect the jewel of Donald’s real estate empire all day yesterday, but I find it ironic that they used garbage trucks.

Manhattan is where Trump made his name, transforming himself from real-estate developer to flamboyant property tycoon, to The Apprentice celebrity-businessman and now president. Whilst on the presidential campaign, he’d fly thousands of miles back to Trump Tower to sleep in his own bed (I presume it is ornate and gold-plated), leaving the impression that he’d make frequent trips home after he became president. But most New Yorkers genuinely loathe him – he received only 18 percent of the vote in New York in November’s presidential election – and so I wonder whether he’ll ever feel ‘at home’ here again.

Providing security for first lady Melania Trump, who has continued to live in Trump Tower whilst their 11-year-old son Barron finishes the school year, has been an expensive obligation for New York – and this has annoyed residents even more. The security costs for Trump and his family came to $24 million during the presidential transition period alone, and now surpass $300,000 a day since then – although Congress did vote last week to reimburse the city and other local governments for $61 million.

The police presence in and around Fifth Avenue’s Trump Tower yesterday was immense, to say the least. Just strolling by, we felt like extras on the set of an episode of Homeland or House of Cards. NYPD cops, counterterrorism officers and uniformed Secret Service agents were all on duty alongside numerous plainclothes agents, all with the essential earpiece, shades, cropped hair and bulging jackets barely concealing their weapons. What with the 14-plus NYC Sanitation Trucks, the concrete roadblocks and helicopters circling above, as well as keeping the protestors to one side and the TV news crews penned in securely across the other side of the road – well, I doubt $300,000 covered it for the day. And this was just on the Midtown East side of Manhattan … where Donald Trump finally didn’t even turn up …

The president was originally scheduled to spend about six hours at various locations in Manhattan, arriving at 3pm to meet Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull of Australia in the Peninsula Hotel on Fifth Avenue – just a block across the road from Trump Tower. He was then expected to make a ‘homecoming’ at Trump Tower before attending a black-tie reception and dinner aboard the Intrepid museum in honour of veterans of the Battle of the Coral Sea, in which the United States and Australia fought side by side against the Japanese in May 1942. As well as the scattered protestors waiting outside Trump Tower, therefore, across the other side of town on the West Side Highway with West 46th Street, a larger protest had been gathering opposite the Intrepid Sea, Air & Space aircraft carrier museum, relatively isolated from the rest of the city.

But all the plans changed whilst Trump was still in Washington yesterday morning, as he decided to hold a news conference to celebrate with fellow Republicans from the U.S. House of Representatives, who narrowly passed a healthcare bill that would repeal and replace the 2010 Affordable Care Act, commonly known as Obamacare … pushing back his meeting with Turnbull by several hours.

By noon, the stops at the Peninsula Hotel and Trump Tower had already been dropped from the schedule – but I don’t think this news had filtered properly through to the media camped out in Fifth Avenue, nor the onlookers and protestors awaiting The Donald’s (non-)arrival. We hung around for awhile, speaking to some of the protestors – taking shots of some placards stating that Trump was ‘Russian Elected’, that ‘Trump Water is Bullshit’ (I didn’t quite understand that one), and ‘No Ban, No Gag, No Wall’ – but we gave up soon afterwards to enjoy more sightseeing.

By 6pm, we were over in Brooklyn, enjoying the views of Lower Manhattan from Brooklyn Heights. It was from there, across the Hudson River, we could see Trump’s Marine One helicopter arriving at the Wall Street heliport, escorted by 4 or 5 military helicopters, constantly circling – with the wail of police sirens from vehicles awaiting to accompany his motorcade audible across the river. There were two Marine One helicopters – and I understand that is the norm. It’s an extra expense, but also a security to ensure that no-one knows which one the president is travelling in. Blue-flashing police patrol boats had blocked off a large slice of the river, and I later heard they’d intercepted two boats carrying activists from Greenpeace.

Apparently Trump finally attended his black-tie dinner on the Intrepid with Turnbull – and then he was expected to go to his golf club in Bedminster, New Jersey, for the weekend. We ate by candlelight at the romantic Armando’s Italian restaurant in Montague Street on Brooklyn Heights. I had spaghetti all’arrabiata, and Juliane had the lasagna. Oh, plus a bottle of Yakima Valley Merlot. We had a better night than Donald, I’m sure.

Letter from New York (1): Trump’s 100 days & some stand-up comedy: never before or never again?

So far, here in New York, I haven’t heard anyone say a good word about Trump, let alone about his first 100 days in office. Yes, in tourist shops you can buy Trump mugs and fridge magnets, or baseball caps and T-shirts with ‘Make America Great Again’ plastered all over them, but I’m not sure anyone is buying them. Strolling in and around Central Park yesterday, I saw more than one stand selling anti-Trump ‘NOT MY President’ and ‘Dump Trump’ badges (or pins) – with a message stating: ‘Sorry, we have no pro-Trump pins … well, we’re not “sorry”.’

The area around Trump Tower, on 5th Avenue between 56th and 57th Streets, and where Melania is holed up (yeah, I think that’s the right term), has become an ‘inconvenience’ for neighbours, shoppers and office workers, or rather a ‘fucking traffic nightmare’ according to taxi drivers. Outside it looks like a fortress, with NYPD trucks, concrete blocks, and 5 or 6 burly cops with machine guns … but you can still stroll inside to gawk at the God-awful glitzy escalators and get free WiFi at the Starbucks upstairs. There’s an airport-style X-ray machine – but you can still take selfies near the Nigel Farage-famous gold lifts (sorry, elevators). Yesterday I was tempted to make a dash for one, to try and rescue Melania, but then I thought, nah, why bother? I might have been whisked off in chains and an orange boiler suit to Guantanamo Bay. Apparently there’s a Melania ‘actress-model-lookalike’ in the States right now called Mira Tzur, earning $3100 for each ‘Melania-appearance’. So the thing to do would be to turn up at the gold elevators with Mira. That would confuse them.

Right now, right here, they’re all trying to make sense of Trump’s first 100 days in office. It’s not easy.

‘I never realised how big [the job] was,’ Trump himself has said of the presidency in an interview with The Associated Press. ‘Every decision,’ he added, ‘is much harder than you’d normally make.’ Yes, I can imagine, Donald.

In a separate interview with Reuters, he said: ‘This is more work than in my previous life. I thought it would be easier.’ Yes, I can imagine that, too, Donald … you poor thing.

The job might be tough, but Donald’s boastfulness is unrelenting. ‘I truly believe that the first 100 days of my administration has been just about the most successful in our country’s history,’ he said in his weekly address on Friday. How nuts is that?

It’s the phrase ‘never before’ that’s stuck with me from yesterday’s The New York Times (and it was great to feel the fat Sunday edition with all its supplements was still as heavy as a door-stop; no ‘app’ can replicate that feel).

‘As Washington pauses to evaluate the opening phase of the Trump presidency,’ the paper wrote, ‘the one thing everyone seems to agree on is that … [during] almost every one of these first 100 days, Mr.Trump has done or said something that caused presidential historians and seasoned professionals … to use the phrase “never before”.’

Never before. The 100 days are being remembered not for Donald actually achieving anything, but for him acting like no president has ever acted before.

Never before has there been a president who has ‘refused to release his tax returns and declined to divest from his multibillion-dollar real estate empire.’ Not only has he retained all his business interests, but he also ‘cultivates them with regular visits to his properties.’ Never before has a president used his very own and exclusive Mar-a-Lago club in Palm Beach, Florida, as his ‘winter White House’ or played golf frequently at clubs he actually owns.

Never before has a president ‘gleefully taken credit on days that stocks have risen’, or then publicly commented on the strength of the dollar … ‘which presidents generally do not do.’

Donald Trump, president, seems to do many things that ‘presidents generally do not do.’ His Twitter account has been ‘the vehicle for all sorts of outbursts that defy tradition, often fuelled by the latest segment on Fox News.’ Presidents ‘rarely taunt reality-show hosts about poor ratings, complain about late-night television comedy skits, berate judges or members of their own party who defy them, trash talk Hollywood stars and Sweden, declare the “fake news” media to be “the enemy of the American people” or accuse the last president of illegally wiretapping them without any proof,’ wrote The New York Times yesterday … and which is not Donald’s favourite newspaper, of course.

Trump has pushed traditional boundaries, ignored longstanding protocol and discarded ‘historical precedents as he reshapes the White House in his own image.’ He’s been more aggressive than any other president in using his authority to undo his predecessor’s legacy, ‘particularly on trade, business regulation and the environment.’ And he’s dominated the ‘national conversation’ perhaps more than any president in a generation.

Trump’s presidency has presented the USA with a movie it has never seen before. Some have even said that there is no longer a United States presidency; instead, there is ‘organised crime in government control.’

And never before, concluded The New York Times has a president turned the White House into ‘a family-run enterprise featuring reality-show-style, “who will be thrown off the island?” intrigue.’

Never before … and I think many are praying that it will soon be ‘never again’.

I once said ‘never again’ about doing stand-up comedy but whilst I’m here in New York … why not? (How does that Sinatra song go? If you can make it here, or just ‘do’ it here, you can do it anywhere?). Anyway, I can’t believe it is over 4 years since I last tried two open mic evenings here at the New York Comedy Club and the Broadway Comedy Club (I blogged about it here) … and I’ve decided to give it another go. I’ve booked myself into the open mic session at the New York Comedy Club next Sunday 7th May. Why? I need to work on my sense of humour and ‘fearlessness-ness’ again. Juliane thinks I’m mad. She might be right. But I need to get some new comedy-writing practice in, as we’re about to launch a radio (and hopefully TV) comedy quiz game show ‘thing’. It’s coming soon … wait and see …

Letter from Barcelona (9): April in Barcelona, and Murray v Nadal?

Certain cities come alive at different months in the year. For Madrid it is May. In London, I’d say mid-June to early July. Edinburgh, August. New York, September. Munich, October … and so on. For me, April has always been one of the best months to be in Barcelona. The sky is bright blue and the light is just perfect. Spring has already become early summer. You can often survive without a jacket or sweater. Restaurant terraces are opening. The chiringuito beach bars are setting up. April is the month for the beautiful Sant Jordi (yesterday, April 23rd), when everyone gifts books and roses with love. Mid to late April is when FC Barcelona also normally play at home in a Champions League quarter-final (yes, it’s an annual, reliable fixture). I was very kindly invited along to see them play Juventus in the second leg last Wednesday, and although the result didn’t go as hoped, they made up for it against Real Madrid last night at the Bernabéu. Thanks to the genius Messi, it was the perfect end to a perfect Sant Jordi weekend.

During this last week of April, Barcelona also hosts the annual Trofeo Conde de Godó tennis tournament at the Reial Club de Tennis Barcelona, a sporting and social feast for the city, also known as the ‘Barcelona Open Banc Sabadell’. This year is its 65th anniversary, the oldest tennis tournament in Spain, and one of the most prestigious clay tournaments on the ATP World Tour circuit. I’ve been invited along on Wednesday and I can’t wait, especially as Andy Murray, number one in the world, is in town …

Murray was at the Reial Club de Tennis Barcelona yesterday, talking to the press, recalling the happy times he’s enjoyed in Barcelona, and where he was also coached: ‘I was here two years, two of the best of my life … I have incredible memories. Here was the first time I travelled alone, savouring what we call freedom.’ He also recalled playing here for the first time in 2012: ‘I remember it very well,’ he said. ‘This is Rafa’s tournament, but anything can happen. And we still need to reach the final match to face each other for the title.’

Rafa Nadal is on fine form, fresh from winning in Monte Carlo, and he’s looking for his tenth Barcelona crown. Nadal and Murray have played each other on 24 occasions (17-7 for Nadal), and Murray believes that doing it again would be great. His decision to come to Barcelona was very last minute. ‘I have not played many matches this year and we thought it was better to play games than to practice,’ he said. ‘And this tournament is perfect for the clay court players. I will do very well, no doubt.’

Barcelona’s perfect April month could end on another high next Sunday 30th, with a Nadal v Murray final …

Radio in Barcelona: Animated GiF Podcast (2)

I was invited back on the ‘Animated GiF’ show on Radio Kanal Barcelona yesterday, this time as a guest co-host with Carrie Frais. The REAL guests were Tulia Lopes and Liliana Lucero, from the ‘AWE Summit in Barcelona’. AWE stands for ‘Assertive Women Entrepreneurs’, so we talked about women and leadership, public speaking and high heels. We also touched on the British and French elections, younger men dating older women, and why the Spanish millennials need to drink more wine (like me) …

Here’s the podcast: