Madrugada Meg

It's any time between 2 and first light: La Madrugada. In Seville it's when people go to bed; especially between June and September or during Las Fiestas. If you're one of the several hundred English teachers scratching a living in the city, you'll be awake - listening to the sound of other people enjoying themselves. It will be hot, more than 25 degrees C. Sleep is an unlikely dream. Maybe you live in a rented flat and rely on an analog signal. When you turn on the TV, you wish the snow on Channel 13 was real. When the eyes adjust, you see an attractive, heavily made-up matron, speaking slower than you might expect. This could be in deference to the presumed audience or maybe she thinks it suggests gravitas.

From time to time she fiddles with garish pasteboard, which surely must be Tarot cards. The picture is of poor quality and would be even without the unseasonal snow. Of course, there's a premium rate number to ring, if you're so desperate for social interaction you'll submit to a reading. An added bonus, you – or at least your voice – will be on TV. Not exactly 15 minutes of fame, given what the viewing figures must be. 13 is the Public Access TV Channel - so our televisual fairground gypsy is probably being filmed in her own bedroom. Most likely by her nephew, Jose Miguel, a recent graduate of the Metropolis Escuela de Cine in Madrid. Every now and then the mike boom will loom into shot like an inquisitive giraffe. Still, it can't be easy being the sound guy and cameraman. It probably isn't the first time Jose Miguel's partner Paco has found something better to do. Steadicam? Come on, Jose Miguel – or whoever's – work might look a little wobbly, but his relatives aren't that rich. Look at his aunt, reading Tarot cards for sad night-owls like you – or me.