Lanzarote: Bad memories blown away

THE singer’s face is puce.

Actually, puce doesn’t do it justice. Think of a sunburned tomato being strangled while singing opera. It’s super-puce.

I am in a bar in Puerto del Carmen half-listening to a man who is glowing with maudlin sentimentality about the Old Sod. He is ‘feeling’ the music, man — all three chords of it.