Martin Kirby

Martin Kirby

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

SUSTENANCE

The moon is a balloon, porc senglar may fly, the Earth is flat (there are some who genuinely believe that to be true), and 2019 will see humanity pull out of its tailspin.Ecology, democracy, tolerance...

HEADING FOR THE HILLS

RESOLUTION

Time will tell if I can keep on keeping on, but my weekly 2019 podcasts have begun. Whether it is just me or you share my sense that this year will be defining in a fistful of ways, I have resolved to...

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MARTA’S TABLE

We have spent days helping to clear the little farmhouse on the hill. Chattels and wares have been draining from it for days, one car-load at a time, the parting painfully long.It has been a lighthouse,...

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Flashes of brilliance

There were deliciously dodgy moments, large helpings of pluck and - startlingly - some blinding brilliance, until the storm suddenly broke and nigh on a thousand people scattered in all directions.The...

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OUT OF THE BLUE

A true story for 5 to 105-year olds, to take us away from the exhausting human race for a vital moment.Once upon a time there was a very sad fruit.It was a very pretty and unusual fruit in the shape of...

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BILL WOULD LOVE THIS

I need the beautiful game. More so now than ever. As I write this, on May 13th, I am somewhat exhausted having just watched Levante justifiably end Barça’s unbeaten run. But there is still so much still...

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TIME TO DEFINE ME

I am, in a fundamental way, powerless. As a British passport holder who has resided in Catalonia for more than 15 years I have no electoral rights anywhere, save choosing my Priorat village council. The...

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TUSHA

April is my life-change month.I married my partner Maggie on Sant Jordi, 25 years ago this year. Words will never sum up how significant and profoundly emotional the day of roses and books is to me for...

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GOODBYE NOELA

I am a damn fool. I should have recorded her words. Noela, the mother of one of our dearest friends, has died. She is a case in point, one uncomfortably close to home, of why we simply must find a way.Widow...