So its ended. The World Cup. Seems like it was with us foreverrrrrr! And now there’s a massive void in my life. Massive. And for 4 weeks it won’t be filled. They’ve all come home. But ‘it’ hasn’t. Unless your Spanish, then ‘it’ has. This weekend we were blessed with two games. Which, I think – Read More-
Manchesterism sounds more like a disease than a political and economic philosophy. It sounds like the condition when you wake up one day talking like Liam Gallagher, drinking pints of warm beer and supporting your ‘local’ football team, which happens to be owned and run by an Emirate. There is no known cure, but euthanasia – Read More-
England is in tatters this morning. We are collectively… GUTTED!! Horrible word. Overused. But just drop those two ‘T’s in the middle in a horrible glottal stop and you’ve captured the feeling of the entire nation. WE IS GU’’ED!!! The national feeling last night at 7.59pm was 9.6. We were ‘up for it’, we were – Read More-
Ok, England, this is IT! There is no tomorrow; only tonight. Because tonight we are in the semi-finals for the first time since… NINETEEN SIXTY-SIX!!!!! The year ingrained in everyone’s mind as ‘the year it happened’. I was ‘there’. Meaning ‘alive’ as opposed to ‘at Wembley’. And it was brilliant. But that’s history and we – Read More-
I like to think I’m a ‘nice person’. I smile a lot. Even if I grimace on the inside. I’m quite friendly. Ok, ridiculously friendly, I talk to strangers on the tube, ffs That’s normally cause for calling the Psychiatric help-line. So I’m nice, Ok??? But when I get in a car, I’m not so – Read More-
I’d like to completely deconstruct England’s amazing victory last night against Norway. In the World Cup. Quarter-FUCKING-final!!!! The semis now await my boys. Argentina. Who last night struggled to beat Switzerland. A country constructed from the ‘bits’ of Italy, Germany and France which no-one else wanted. All those horrible fucking mountains. Who needs ‘em. Then, – Read More-
Our Prime Minister-in-waiting wants to ‘devolve’ the nation. Let the ‘locals’ run their regions. Great plan. I like it. Who’s paying? Oh. London pays. Which, to be honest, no-one in London minds. Most don’t even think about it. But I do. Not because I’m clever, but because I’m annoying. So when I heard that Andy’s – Read More-
When Lila was born, 9 years ago, I became somewhat… besotted. I put a photo of her on these very pages. To share the celebration of her very existence. Because she was the most special grandchild EVER born. Ok, because she was mine, I get that, but… she’s breathing!!!, gurgling!!!, feeding!!!, pissing!!!, it was all – Read More-
Football has become too unruly, the rules too ambiguous, too subject to contextual interpretation by highly qualified individuals, (and no-one wants that), too inconsistent. Even, or perhaps because of, VAR, which hasn’t really solved anything. We need certainty. We need clarity and consistency. So here are the NEW rules, which will be adopted totally by – Read More-
So I went to bed last night, wearing my England shirt (its quite old; has ‘Styles 6’ on the back) at 10.30, read my book, then turned off the light, went to sleep and woke up with my alarm at 12.30. I Rushed round to the Clissold Arms, ordered two pints of Guinness, and joined – Read More-