Nick Kyrgios is a strange person, isn’t he? Since starting this site a couple of years ago, I have toyed and flirted with the idea of writing a piece on him. I, like many other tennis fans, find the combination of his talent, his on-court misdemeanours and his carefree public…

Sardines. That’s what I was after. Not the tinned ones you spread on toast when there’s nothing in the fridge. No, I wanted the Lisbon speciality, much larger, juicier, and tasting less of desperation. “That one looks good,” said Colin, pointing to a roadside grill on the corner where a…

The first sign I noticed was the cutlery rattling on the table. I was in a shopping centre in the south of Mexico City, about to sit down for lunch, when the earthquake struck. Before I knew what was happening, shoppers were falling over each other as they raced frantically…

In the past I have spent Christmas in some unusual locations. I’ve pulled crackers in a desert in Jordan, sung carols on a remote Fijian island and attended midnight mass in a small town in northern Cameroon. …