My lovely old dad died on Wednesday. And people ask: ‘was it sudden?’, to which I reply, ‘no, its taken 97 years’. Because he died of old age. It all just packed up. Slowly, gradually until over the last couple of years he had virtually no sight, very poor hearing and was ‘mobile’ with a – Read More-
We all love a good book-burning, there’s no doubt about that. Standing at Oxford Circus round a great big bonfire in which great works (phah) of literature turn slowly to ashes as we all warm up and sing ‘gin-gan-gooly’ type songs. Bonding. As the Brontë bindings burn. Even though its August and hotter than the – Read More-
Do you like cauliflower? That’s the question. I can’t answer for you. Not this time. As a kid I would run out the house if my mum cooked cauliflower, the smell revolted me, wouldn’t get anywhere near my plate. And then… something changes as you start shaving, when you change from little squirt to Man – Read More-
We need to talk about Manchester United. No, we really do. I’m not one to gloat at others’ misfortunes nor use petty rivalries to mock the afflicted, and especially after just one match played so far in this new, fresh-start, begin-as-you-mean-to-go-on, state your intentions, football season. Though many will find the situation rather amusing. Mainly – Read More-
The two most important days in the football league season are opening day and the closing day. So why is more importance given to the league table after the closing day than the first day? It’s wrong. It’s discriminatory, random, rude and not nice. Therefore I’m starting a petition to use the table from the – Read More-
As there’s no more Women’s football on, we’ll just have to make do with the start of the Premier League Season today. For men. A poor and second rate substitute for the ‘real thing’. We all love the game in which babes run round in sports bras bouncing up and down and the goalies are – Read More-
I used to eat a lot of McDonalds. Food mainly. Cheeseburgers particularly, but not exclusively. And by ‘a lot’, I mean by my standards of ‘a lot’, not yours. I mean ‘a lot’ starting at a baseline of ‘way too much’ and working up to ‘a lot’ from there. Because of my fortunate metabolism (bless – Read More-
There’s a new league table about. It’s the ‘most abused football players on social media’. The fact that this kind of abuse is posted by morons is highlighted by the fact that Harry Kane is in the Top 10. I have no idea why anyone would want to abuse a lovely man who is the – Read More-
England beat Germany in the gel’s (sexist term, patronising) football final on Sunday, in case you missed that. Little blonde, (more sexism, bit of blondism), Chloe Kelly celebrated her winning goal by taking off her shirt and running round in her sports bra (bookable offence, even for boys, the shirt thing, not the bra). Which – Read More-
OMG, them Lionesses did it!!! Beat the Hun! Stole victory!!! Became champions of all the women in all of Europe. At football. Not, kind’a, ‘football-football’, but wimmin’s football. The next best thing. The last English-person to lift a trophy worth lifting was Bobby Moore in 1966. And he was a boy. So, cynicism, snobbery, misogyny – Read More-