Back to London after a good weekend away in Madrid visiting Sharky and Lucia. Great fun was had: tapas eaten, sangria quaffed, cigars puffed. They don’t half stay out late in Spain though. I never really got a satisfactory explanation as to why it was better to go out to eat at 10.30, bar–hop until 2.30 and then roll into a club at a time by which the combination of big dinner, a few beverages and the lateness of the hour has rendered you almost incapable of staying awake, let alone dancing. Cultural thing, innit. Of course, the Spanish (and Sharky) are used to it and handle it without problems. Still, a top, if knackering weekend.