Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Madrid Tuesday 24th March 2026
In the ever-evolving world of enterprise data warehousing, one of the most persistent and critical challenges is how to intelligently expand subject areas and the associated data within the core data warehouse database, while maintaining architectural integrity, data quality, and governance, without venturing into data mart considerations.
El momento decisivo para Europa: apostar por una mayor democracia o ver cómo ganan los reaccionarios.
Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Madrid, martes 24 de marzo de 2.026
Europa frente a la marea reaccionaria: la democracia social o el abismo
En España, el Partido Popular, antaño baluarte de un conservadurismo constitucional y europeísta, ha comenzado a adoptar el lenguaje, los marcos ideológicos y hasta las políticas de sus rivales, Vox. Como si el fascismo volviera a ser respetable. En Europa entera, las formaciones de derecha tradicional , democráticas, liberales en lo constitucional se ven acosadas, desplazadas o directamente fagocitadas por el radicalismo de extrema derecha. Lo que antes creían en la cohesión social, la red de protección, la inmigración regulada y un mundo sin hambre, guerra ni abusos de derechos humanos, hoy parece diluirse en un abrazo mortal con la reacción. Y mientras tanto, líderes como Ursula von der Leyen, Mark Rutte o Friedrich Merz no encarnan precisamente la esperanza de una Europa decente y progresista. Miren a Hungría: un régimen que erosiona el Estado de derecho, captura los medios de comunicación y los tribunales y convierte la solidaridad europea en una burla. ¿Queremos eso para el continente?
Europe’s Reckoning: Dare More Democracy, or Watch the Reactionaries Win
Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Madrid, Monday 23rd March 2026
In the tapas bars of Madrid and the windswept plains of Extremadura, a quiet capitulation is underway. Spain’s Popular Party, once a stolid bastion of post-Franco conservatism, now finds itself propped up by Vox coalitions in region after region. Vox, the outfit that once lurked on the fringes, has doubled its seats in recent ballots and is scooping up nearly 40 per cent of young Spanish men, not because they are all frothing ideologues, but because housing is a joke, wages have stagnated and the cost of living bites harder than any Brussels directive.
Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Madrid, Sunday 22nd March 2026
My brothers and sisters of every nation, tribe, and tongue, hear me now, not as a distant echo from Galilee, but as the living Word who still walks among the wounded and weeps with every mother who buries her child beneath the rubble of pride.
In the drizzle of a Paris evening, where the lamps along the Seine flicker like guilty secrets, a man may still feel the old thrill of espionage. Not the sort that involves microfilm or beautiful women in railway carriages, though God knows there are enough of both, but the quieter intrigue of the dog. I had come to the capital to write a harmless travel piece; instead, I found myself tailing a creature that looked as if it had escaped from a medieval bestiary and was now plotting to annex the Left Bank. Its owner, a woman in Hermès and despair, called it “Mon Petit Assassin.” I called it Tuesday.
(or, A Trifle in Three Acts, with Greyhounds and Killer Dogs)
Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Madrid, 21st March 2026.
In the drizzle of a Paris evening, where the lamps along the Seine flicker like guilty secrets, a man may still feel the old thrill of espionage. Not the sort that involves microfilm or beautiful women in railway carriages, though God knows there are enough of both, but the quieter intrigue of the dog. I had come to the capital to write a harmless travel piece; instead, I found myself tailing a creature that looked as if it had escaped from a medieval bestiary and was now plotting to annex the Left Bank. Its owner, a woman in Hermès and despair, called it “Mon Petit Assassin.” I called it Tuesday.
Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Madrid, Friday 20th March 2026
March 20, 2026. Yes, that’s right, the calendar has finally caught up with the grift, hasn’t it? Thank you, thank you, for bothering to read my latest steaming pile of corporate word salad: “Choosing The Right AI In 2026 Is No Longer About Choosing The Right Model.” Because obviously, in 2026, choosing the right model would be far too simple, far too honest. No, no, we’ve evolved beyond that. We’re now in the rarefied realm of “capability profiles” and “orchestral conducting.” Please, hold your applause until I’ve finished flogging this dead horse made of buzzwords.
Por Sir Afilonius Rex y Lila de Alba, con la colaboración especial de Martyn Rhisiart Jones
Hablemos con franqueza, como exige la historia y obliga la conciencia. En el ocaso del imperio, cuando Gran Bretaña aún dominaba los mares y gozaba del respeto de las naciones, el Ministerio de Asuntos Exteriores comprendió una verdad que las potencias posteriores han ignorado con graves consecuencias: Oriente Medio no puede doblegarse a la voluntad extranjera mediante la fuerza o el favoritismo. La estabilidad no residía en la conquista ni en la partición impuesta desde lejos, sino en alianzas respetuosas con los líderes árabes, en el reconocimiento de su soberanía, su dignidad y su legítimo derecho a la tierra que habían cultivado durante siglos. La colonización de Palestina por oleadas de colonos judíos europeos, el sueño de un Estado judío soberano forjado contra la voluntad árabe, nunca fue el camino de Gran Bretaña. Se consideró, con razón, una receta para la enemistad perpetua.
By Sir Afilonius Rex and Lila de Alba, with special collaboration of Martyn Rhisiart Jones
Let us speak plainly, as history demands and conscience compels. In the twilight of empire, when Britain still commanded the seas and the respect of nations, the Foreign Office grasped a truth that subsequent powers have ignored at their peril: the Middle East cannot be bent to foreign will through force or favouritism. Stability rested not on conquest or partition imposed from afar, but on respectful alliances with Arab leaders, on recognising their sovereignty, their dignity, and their rightful claim to the land they had tilled for centuries. The colonisation of Palestine by waves of European Jewish settlers, the dream of a sovereign Jewish state carved against Arab will, this was never Britain’s path. It was seen, rightly, as a recipe for perpetual enmity.
In football, as in life, the true leader does not shout from the rooftops. He listens. He observes. He keeps the group close, like a family that quarrels but never breaks. I have always believed that leadership must be likeable, affable, cordial, and above all, emotional. The fashion for authoritarian ways has passed. What remains is the quiet work of hearts and minds.
GOOD STRATEGY 