The terrible murder of poor Henry Nowak was indeed a… errr… a terrible murder. As opposed to a ‘good one’, or a ‘fun one’. Henry was killed, as are so many kids today, unfortunately, by a nutter. Anyone carrying around a big knife, with a burning desire to use it, not in an eating dinner – Read More-
You know those Japanese, right? Stiff, polite, buttoned up, neat, precise, smart, formal. Right? Actually it’s wrong, it’s just a façade; a veneer, to cover an emotionally repressed, sexually deprived bunch of perverts and deviants, who sit in cafes in their Armani suits sniffing schoolgirl knickers. Ok, not all of them. But the ‘take away’ – Read More-
(written yesterday; can’t send from a plane). I write this from seat 17C of a Boeing 832 or 485 or whatever, en route from Gibraltar. To my left sit Lila and Joey, plugged in, headphoned up and wired for two and a half hours of unrestricted ipad time. Or ‘quality time’ as they call it. – Read More-
You see; it’s all about aspirations and expectations. It’s all about appreciating your place in the world and not overstepping the mark. Ok, it’s good to pursue higher goals, stretch yourself and challenge the greats. But to pursue higher goals, you have to score them. (See below, after the obligatory motivational speak-bollocks, soul-searching, target-driven, philosophico-marketing – Read More-
So we head to the beach, Lila, Joey and me, with our buckets and spades and moulds and… and shit. And we dig. And we build, and we create, and we throw sand around and watch water drain away, and its all great fun. And then everyone says to me: oh, that’s so nice you – Read More-
I love a European city. All of ‘em. So Cadiz qualifies therefore I love it. They all have fabulously long and intricate histories involving invading hordes of pretty much everyone who had a boat, wars, Royalty, more wars, armadas, castles dating back thousands of years and tapas. Ok, I suppose only Spain gets the tapas – Read More-
So the plan is; you’re having a big birthday sometime soon. Very big birthday. So fucking big that for the first time in your life you’re suddenly aware of certain realities which may have been sort of ‘ignored’ on the rapidly moving conveyor belt of life which had brought you this far. Like: I’m very – Read More-
I never doubted my team, not for a moment, all season. Even when they were throwing away every game in the last seconds, finishing every game with 9 men on the pitch and slagging each other off in the press as we ploughed through a new manager every 3 months. I never doubted their skill, – Read More-
So sang… Maria?, possibly Tony, maybe both, in West Side Story. Neither were Spurs fans. And therefore knew absolutely NOTHING!!! about pain, suffering and uncertainty of the future. That movie did come in 1961, however, when Spurs won the double. So maybe that song was a premonition… of TONIGHT. When we’ll learn the fate of – Read More-
I’m standing outside the toilets in Debenhams, simply ‘bustin’ for a piss. I’ve been waiting here for 14 months, for the equality guidance report to be finished, so I know which toilet I can go in. None are currently marked ‘super-heroic, totally manly, testicles essential, boys-only, condoms sold here, geezers-with-nobs’ or anything vaguely alluding to – Read More-