There’s going to be 87,000 football fans at Wembley tonight to watch England play Germany in the Euro final. I didn’t know there was 87,000 people prepared to watch women’s football but I’m pleased there are. Because it makes up for the almost unforgivable but completely understandable indifference of most of YOU, so-called ‘football fans’! – Read More-
I love this picture. Ok, I love all photos of ‘the kids’, as you may have, kind’a, noticed. But this represents a dramatic (?) reconstruction of the famous ‘Lord and Lady Muck’ situation in which they’re sitting at opposite ends of a massive, stately-home dining table and one asks t’other for the marmalade. Neither of – Read More-
We can’t put it off any longer. We NEED to have the women’s football conversation. England have now reached the final, beating Sweden last night in a wipeout 4-nil win over the pretty hot favourites (that’s ‘pretty’ as in ‘fairly’, rather than ‘cute’, although some of them were) to win the tournament. Therefore we need – Read More-
Rishi Sunak’s team made a plan. It went like this: no more Mr Nice Guy! No more smooth and slick, everyone hates that. Bare your fucking teeth and go totally pit-bull out there! He was pulling at his lead before Sophie Raworth said ‘good evening’. Liz Truss opted for a calmer, more measured, more ‘zen’ – Read More-
I’m a official penshoner. Therefore, I can moan. It’s what’s expected of me. When I was 65 it wasn’t allowed but now its mandatory. And not just to moan, but in fact to re-moan. Which is being miserable specifically about Brexit. Which I have been since the votes were counted. Albeit illegally because I wasn’t – Read More-
What’s happened to the French? Ok, they’ve never been ‘nice’ in any way, we wouldn’t expect that, barely even ‘decent’ in most cases. But they’ve always been good at certain other things, other than nastiness, snooty attitudes, surrendering, misplaced sense of superiority and winning the odd World Cup. They have always been obsessive bureaucrats, which – Read More-
I bought Joey a new toy. I think he was fed up with building blocks, plastic dinosaurs, planes and helicopters. His mother won’t let him have any guns and I’m fairly sure she never let him have the lovely, colour-coordinated set of fabulous throwing knives I bought him last Christmas. So I got him this. – Read More-
Ok, the heatwave’s over, but its not so much the heat that bothered me as the endless fucking conversations about the heat. Even as an avid collector of trivial, useless information, I’ve learned enough about ‘record temperatures’ and trends in temperature rises and fires and global warming to last… til the next heatwave. Then they – Read More-
We’re almost becoming used to living in disasters. We’ve (nearly… almost… possibly) survived covid, we’re on the brink of war with Russia (the first tank to extend its turret anywhere near Estonia, Poland, Lithuania…), the petrol required to get to the Fat Duck now costs more than the meal you eat when you get there, – Read More-
I just hung a wash out on the spinny washing line thingy in the garden. Because I’m a good boy. In fact, because I’m a bad boy generally so sometimes I’m prepared to score a few points, get them in the bank, for when they’re needed. Which is most of the time. And it was – Read More-