We tried to go for a Chinese but found that the one we had chosen (Swan) had stupidly (about 10 quid) expensive main courses…so we popped next door to the George and Dragon, which is an old Englidh George and Dragon pub. No pictures of dogs playing snooker though…

I have, though, remembered the main reason for this particular entry…the Spanish. From Knifeboy in Arequipa to psychosexual policeman in Madrid we have been singularly unimpressed with the Spanish…I am afraid that Barcelona has just confirmed everything we thought. They are the most arrogant, self centred, lacking in
spatial awareness, group of cretins we have ever met…OK so picture the scene you are walking down a street and you bump into someone you’ve never met before with more force than is required to uproot trees…what do you do a) walk away with your head down looking ashamed; b) say sorry (a hundred times) and offer to pay some form of compensation or c) turn round, glare at the person you just hit, implying they were in the worng, and then cock your head arrogantly before tutting and walking off.
If you answered a) you are normal. If you answered b) you are Biritsh, and ifyou answered c) well, I guess you know the rest… We have been bumped, cajoled, and almost rugby tackled by so many Spaniards now that I have genuinely started to believe they were all born with a complete lack of spatial awareness and they don’t even realise when they are nearly decapitating their fellow man. It got so bad on the metro today that we took it in turns to ‘tread on a Spaniards foot’, and barge them all out of the way. So there we have it…a year away and the prize for the rudest, least accommodating, most spatially unaware people…the Spanish. At this point I do want to say that our theory about there being nice people and complete arseholes from every country still rings true, as we met Pilar on the Galapagos boat and she was lovely.