Reality beats navel-gazing
It is 2pm on a Thursday in late August and I am sitting at a sunset bar in Sant Antoni de Portmany, Ibiza – but it isn’t the horizon I’m watching, it’s the people.
A group of public schoolboys just out of sixth form baulk at the cost of the tapas and leg it before they have and are accompanied by their girlfriends. Hanging over a balcony, a woman languidly smokes a cigarette, watching the sunrise through her phone screen as she records it, most likely for Instagram. Behind me, two lovers have a tiff about .
