The poster above says it better than I can. Clubs are a waste of life. Drinks are expensive, they’re full of kids who should be swearing at old ladies at bus-stops, and it’s a nightmare getting home. There are, however, a couple of bars in Barcelona which I would quite happily trek across town at 3 am to get to for a last drink.

One of these is Cafe Suec. It doesn’t have much going for it, but it’s inexplicably welcoming. The barstaff are cute and patient and the owner made me a hot toddy the other day when I had the flu.

The other one is Bar Plastico (c/San Ramon 23). Down a salacious alleyway in the raval, it’s small, about 200 meters spread out over three floors. It’s a good place to kill a few hours, and the music’s good. And you also feel rewarded for having found it.