As you know; despite my love of the ‘beautiful game’, I simply couldn’t ‘engage’ with the World Cup. Ok, few snippets on the news, the last 12 minutes of Zaire vs Madagascar, but generally: nyah; can’t be arsed. And then it changed. Wonderfully, totally, fabulously and yes, ENGAGINGLY!!! The reason for this metamorphosis from Johnny – Read More-
I went to the Albert Hall last night. Went to see Jeff Goldblum and his ‘jazz ensemble’. Which weren’t really that ‘jazzy’, but were definitely an ensemble. Loads of ’em. And they were really superb. Whilst Jeff walked around, mainly chatting, joking, laughing, generally… just being Jeff Goldblum. But with a bit of singing and – Read More-
Today’s heading was intended as word play. Between incense, the smelly wooden things which hippies used to burn in order to commune with their inner yogis, and incense, the feeling of extreme anger following some form of tragic, possibly catastrophic, injustice, like getting a parking ticket. Then I realised that my odd and low-level dyslexia – Read More-
When you get old, there’s only the past. The future is… uncertain. In length and quality. But the thing is; the future is completely unknown and the past so full of rich and wonderful memories. Hence the business of nostalgia. Which sounds like it’s a rheumatic condition affecting the… errrr… nostrils, but is in fact – Read More-
Andy Burnham hasn’t even started the leadership contest for his own political party yet. He’s only been an MP for 2 weeks. And yet is fast becoming burnt out, before he’s even started. The cynical way he was boosted onto the path to Noombah 10 (as he calls it; before he moves it to Manchester, – Read More-
I simply have to talk about the football. Its been on, seemingly forever, at odd times of the… well, of the night and even more nighter. Not in the day at all, really. I’ve just become used to the fact that whenever I turn on the tv (and I watch no daytime tv ever, outside – Read More-
And so to Warsaw. What a great city. Its big. Really big. Don’t know why they always called it ‘packed’, but there ya go. And as all Poles are quick to point out; at the end of the war, their nation was “”””Liberated””””. And the excessive use of quotation marks indicates the level of irony – Read More-
If I’d have known that Keir Starmer was resigning on Monday, I’d have asked him and ‘Vic’ to join us in Poland. Not like he’s got anything better to do. There’s only so many times you can write: “I FUCKING HATE. ANDY BURNHAM WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL!!!!”, before getting bored. Even dull-as-dishwater Keir – Read More-
We’re quite experienced travellers. As you’ll know if you’ve been paying attention. All those pics of me in my bikini; they’re generally not taken in Trafalgar Square. Me and Mel at the Taj Mahal, Iguasu Falls, Royal Palace in Bangkok, Sydney Opera House; they’re not in fucking Shoreditch!!! And to travel is stressful, we know – Read More-
I think I’m ready. I’m 70. (Though possibly only 60 according to the Times today). All my life I’ve heard about ‘the concentration camps’ and about Auschwitz. And so tomorrow, that’s where we’re headed. To Poland. To Krakow. To… Auschwitz. To see the site of the worst GEN-O-CIDE the world has ever seen. This was – Read More-