Having spent reasonably comfortable nights on softly cushioned benches at Gatwick, and in quieter surroundings at Gran Canaria, I can now report that the fiends in human shape who designed the seats at Malaga airport must have spent an awful lot of hours devising a set up that precludes all possibility of tranquil sleep. Should anyone manage to drop off despite the infernally uncomfortable and rigidly separated ‘seats’, cleaning machines like tractors are at hand to be driven nearby and left idling. My companion managed to foil the chair designers by inserting herself inside their preventative hoops, but her sleep was fitful.