Another airport. We’re coming home. And I’m going to miss Tenerife. Madly. Deeply. Truly. Miss the sunshine. Miss the free booze from breakfast (or earlier) and availability of all food and facilities all day and night. Cappuccino heaven. And most of all, miss all the morbidly obese people with tattoos. They’ve become part of my – Read More-
I’m not saying Tenerife is perfect, I’m not saying the resort is the ultimate, I’m just saying its rather lovely, aided and abetted by the glorious sunshine. But it is faaaaaarrrrrrkkkkin noisy. Due to the almost infinite level of childage around the place. Which becomes so much ‘white noise’ (a scientific term, not a racist – Read More-
The great thing about ‘child friendly resorts’ is that there’s loads’a kids, running round, shouting, crying, eating ice creams, jumping into swimming pools, having lots of fun and games around their parents who find comfort in the presence of fellow sufferers. The bad thing about ‘child friendly resorts’ is that there’s loads’a kids, running round, – Read More-
So what comes first: the desire to have a specific image, one so important, profound and meaningful that you need to have it inked permanently across your tricep, for all eternity, or the simple appreciation of the aesthetic of body-colouring of a certain form and dimension, regardless of its content? Basically, do you have a – Read More-
So now, if I’m ‘reading’ this situation clearly (do I EVER do otherwise????), it is thus: We’re contracting Omicron so fast that it can defy the speed of light and infect people BEFORE they come into contact with it. Half the world’s population will have Omicron by… the time you read this, if not, by – Read More-
I ran round to the shops. As I left I called out for Alexa to guard and protect the house with her fucking LIFE!! Well, play Smooth Radio so that any would be burglars would be duped to thinking the home was occupied. Hah. Fooled them! Then I came back, no burglars around, and realised – Read More-
Oh my, that ‘poor’ woman, Princess Haya of Jordan, aka Sheikhess Haya of Dubai. A terrible tale of money (ever such a lot), of love (not quite so much), of divorce (quite a big bit) and of corruption and power, the twin horns of the devil. Because Sheikh Mohammed is the absolute ruler of Dubai, – Read More-
I heard a great point last night on the radio. I was waiting for my father-in-law to come out of the hospital after his short stay which became a slightly longer stay because someone on the ward had covid. He was ‘being sent home’ by ‘hospital transport’, because ‘we can’t allow normal people, or taxis, – Read More-
Omicron is serious. Nothing to do with case numbers, airport closures, party restrictions or even deaths. When football stops; its serious. And out of 10 fixtures this weekend, only 4 were played. Most of which didn’t count. The Arsenal match certainly was of no concern to anyone and Newcastle losing the Middle East derby match – Read More-
By Christmas Day there will be (an estimated, always fucking estimated) 55,000 NHS employees at home with Covid. Oh. My. Gooooooooodddd… Will any of them be ill, dying, ready for hospitalisation, at death’s door or ready for euthanising? No. Will they be ‘ill’, feel poorly, a bit under the weather? Yeah, a few, for about – Read More-