I love contemplating my navel. I’m a ‘liberal’. I believe in negotiated peace in all worlds, wherever possible. And I’m a believer of ‘talking’. Therefore I am the problem. Because I’m symptomatic of the British malaise, exemplified beautifully by our Prime Minister, in which problems are addressed by navel contemplation, by wishing for unrealistic outcomes, – Read More-
Today is not only beautiful and sunny, but is officially, the first ‘zero day’ of the year. That’s what I call days when the hourly weather forecast for north London (I really don’t care about the rest of it) is just a series of zeros in the rain column. And why do I care? Am – Read More-
I’m very concerned as to whether yesterday’s attack on Iran was ‘legal’. I’m a very ‘legal’ person. Unfortunately, I’m a different person behind the wheel of a car or, possibly more so, on the saddle of my e-bike. But whilst I’m stationary, I’m very legal. And I need to know that, should our government get – Read More-
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-