My Week: a former prime minister finds himself feted in Spain
The reason I’ve never tried to write a political novel is that a lifetime’s proximity to the reality of politics has taught me that the truth is more extraordinary than believable fiction could begin to convey. And never more so than on Saturday when I joined the Spanish residents of a small town (protectress: the Blessed Virgin of Chilla) that nestles at the foot of a great 8,500ft mountain peak, named Almanzor by the Moors. Our whole throng was on its way from the bull ring down the wide street leading into the town.
The street was being renamed. And