We’re at war. Well, not Britain, exactly, we’ve sort of ‘bowed out’ of any specific involvement, including using our Middle East bases. But ‘we’, the rest of decent people of the world who aren’t Kier Starmer, are rather pleased that Israel and America have attacked the most dangerous and awful regime on the planet. Until – Read More-
We picked up Mel’s new car on Sunday. Its gorgeous. And hybrid. We’re done with range anxiety, f’reverrrr!!! Well, I think we have. I’ll have to ask the car. If I can find out how to do it. Because cars are not cars anymore; they’re just computers with a few mechanical bits attached. In order – Read More-
A lot of people think I suffer from Tourette’s. I was tested. By some fucker who was just shit. Total tosser. Who diagnosed that I have ‘foul mouth syndrome’. Its similar to Tourette’s in that vile, inappropriate words and phrases are shouted out seemingly at random but often very relevant times, but in my case, – Read More-
This fabulous picture is of the ‘big screen’ at the Tottenham stadium, yesterday afternoon. Showing MY Joey, parading round behind the official team mascot, Chirpy. This is ‘an honour’. To walk behind a man dressed as a big chicken, waving a flag. If this had been any kind of metaphor, ‘Chirpy’ would have walked his – Read More-
War! Hmmmph!!!! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. You can’t argue with Edwin Star and his fab hit song. When we used to have protest songs. Now we just have protests without the songs. In 1970 Neil Young wrote ‘Ohio’, a protest song about a protest. He wrote it in 15 minutes after learning – Read More-
Schools are on half term this week. So ‘Lila and Joey Thursdays’ take on a whole new life. No more taking them to school and having 5 hours of ‘getting shit done’ before pick-up time, swimming lessons (theirs, not mine), then back for dinner. No. Half term means we spend the day keeping Joey away – Read More-
For some reason, we’re watching our way through ‘Luther’. Why we’re watching a series which began 16 years ago I have no idea. Someone said (someone is ALWAYS saying ‘watch this’, ‘watch that’, its the nature of streaming), ‘watch Luther’, and we duly did. Are. Cos there’s lots of them and we don’t do ‘binging’, – Read More-
That’s a metaphor. False dawn. You know what it means. If not, you should. And yet today, as I wake to blue skies and sunshine, I’m living the metaphor. Because mornings like this shout at me to: GET THE E-BIKE OUT!!! As it’s been laying dormant, hibernating for the winter. Well, for the wet. I – Read More-
It is now 7 days before the Spurs Arsenal match. Next Sunday afternoon. I’m going to try to be busy elsewhere. To avoid the nail-biting, sweating, swearing, suicidal, tea-spilling, table-thumping, head-banging, wife-beating (as if) anxiety that match produces. I haven’t been to a live derby game in about 10 years. And cringe my way through – Read More-
It’s going back. The Electric Vehicle. Next month is the third anniversary of our lease agreement and those fuckers are taking it back! Some anniversary present that is. Congrats. Three years. Give it back or we send the bailiffs. And we’ll miss it. Because in some ways, it’s the most fantastic vehicle ever created. Smooth, – Read More-