Welcome to the world through Andy’s glasses.

I’m Andy. And I wear glasses. And I think they have the effect of causing some kind of distortion in the way I see things. Its not normal. Its a little bizarre, a touch perverse, a bit on the wonky side. Which tends to affect my view.

Politics through Andy’s glasses is a world of sleaze, lies, cheating, whore-mongering, fact-distorting, wind-bagging helpless, hapless, worthless monsters. And that’s just the ones I like.

Football is game to some, a way of life to others. I feel sorry for the latter. Really sorry. Because they either support Spurs like me and thus have great cause to constantly be depressed and despondent, or they support other teams and are thus worthy of scorn and contempt until they inevitably burn in the fires of hell for their sins.

I also investigate travel and music and movies, because someone has to. And the obscure and the weird and anything that grabs my attention. Italian prime ministers are a great source of interest, as are the wives and lovers of French presidents. Sheep shaggers in Enfied, Royal babies in Windsor, face lifts in California, feminists in Bahrain, Catholic priests virtually anywhere, bridge players in Gdansk. Assuming there are some.

I love London and pretty much hate everywhere else. Until I go there and discover the wonders.

So if that sounds the sort of thing that may appeal then hop aboard. The ride will be bumpy, will be amusing and, if I cause you any insult or offence at any time, then I consider that ‘job done’. If I upset you, GET A GRIP!!!

Welcome.

 

A xxxx