It wasn’t about ‘destiny’, it wasn’t about ‘history’, it won’t require 12 public inquiries (because Liverpool won) and it wasn’t a very good game. But it was just that. Two teams massively underplaying the immense potential they demonstrated in the respective semi-finals. Of the two Spurs definitely played better. The Scousers (one Geordie, one Yorkshireman, – Read More-
This is what ‘militant Judaism’ looks like. This is as violent, as brutal, as radical, as terrorist and as conspiratorial as it gets in our house. This is the blessing of the sabbath candles. One of the few things we let the gels do (probably why Judaism never really caught on in any big way – Read More-
I’m a political ‘centrist’. It’s my natural position. Right in the middle with my head up my arse. That’s where I stand, politically. And I don’t mind whether its the benign Tory centrism of David Cameron (well, that ended well, didn’t it?) or the moderately, left-leaning centrism of Tony Blair’s Labour, I’m comfortable in the – Read More-
So I was walking through Embankment Gardens today, as is my morning routine, chanting ‘ohmmmmmm’ to myself, enjoying the gorgeous flowers, the wonderful statues, verdant lawns and parade of winos hitting the Tenants Extra at 9.15, (well, this is London, not the Garden of fucking Eden), when I was faced with an unusual situation, the – Read More-
So mum and Kev are fine, but still in hospital. Having found (2 days it took) that he doesn’t have an infection, which they suspected, the poor fella is in fact a little jaundiced, as are loads of babies, so they’re keeping him (and mum, obvs) there longer to check. Which is not pleasing mum – Read More-
Why is my brother in a fish tank? Lila possibly would have asked. And its a good question. I think they put them in those as a quick trip down evolutionary lane, to show the young (can’t really get too much younger) Kev, where it all began for humanity. When fishes first walked… errrr… flapped… – Read More-
This is Kevin. Ok, he won’t actually be known as Kevin, probably, that was just the kind of ‘working name’ I gave him when I learned he was due and due to be a boy. I didn’t want to know his gender, but lacked the ability to ‘unknow’ it once I learned. Logically its ‘a – Read More-
You know when you read something and you think: “no”. Then you think: NO!. Then you think: “are you fucking radio rental???” Well such an experience befell me yesterday when I got bored with Theresa May’s tearful farewell to the nation. Which she loves. So much that she has single-handedly managed to fuck it up – Read More-
People always say to me: ‘how do you find the time to write a blog?’, along with ‘why do you bother?’ and ‘how much time have you spent in prison/rehab/offenders units?’ And the answer to the first question is; I make time. Cos it don’t take that long. Once I’ve ‘engaged’ in a topic, which – Read More-
Theresa May is ‘dead’. Career-wise, political-wise, credibility-wise and basically, not very wise. Because if she was she wouldn’t have taken the job in the first place. Her brief, bequeathed to her by the squirming coward David Cameron, was to ‘take the nation out of Europe in accordance with their referendum wishes’. He was a tosser – Read More-