Weddings are like number 15 buses; you wait six months and then two come along together. In fact so much like number 15 buses, they had two of those at the wedding too. Just to emphasise the point. Alright, and to take the guests to the reception venue. But I’ll take the symbolism over the – Read More-
I like playing tennis in the ‘elements’. Not the ‘elements’ of the periodic table, because lead would be a bit of an issue, helium leads to strange voices and you just never wanna do uranium. I mean the other elements. Because I just played tennis in Storm Arwen. And it was great. Hurricane winds, driven – Read More-
We’re getting a regulator. Not just me; everyone. Every football fan is getting regulated. Well, not so much for us fans (though certain fans, of certain clubs, could indeed do with more than a little ‘regulation’; you know who you are) but the new regulator, for all of English football, is to be appointed following – Read More-
Covid’s back. Ok, it never went away, in any form of reality, however depressing that may be. Worse still ITS NEVVVEEERRRRR going away. So any ‘going away’ is purely an act of attitude, of consciousness, of… delusion. Which is, really, what I’m best at. Which is why I can say with assurance: “I’m over it!!!” – Read More-
Boris has lost it. Assuming he ever ‘had it’ in the first place. He has descended into even more shambolic imbecility than was previously thought possible. He is giddy from so many u-turns. And he’s about to perform another. Has to. The ridiculous ‘social care plan’ which he threw together in a fit of mania – Read More-
That weekend was so restful, so relaxing, so peaceful and quiet that I need to get back to work for a rest. It started as usual, 8.15 tai chi class, stretching, bending, flexing, punching, kicking, throwing and other mindFUL violence. We don’t do the ‘mindless’ variety, though I could see how an onlooker might not – Read More-
I think we need to talk about Azeem. The whistle-blower at Yorkshire Cricket Club, the most racially abused man in cricketing history (not counting pre-1990 South Africa, obvs), the man who drew the line between what others considered ‘banter’ and what he considered ‘institutional racism’, because HE WAS A VICTIM!!!! All of which I’m in – Read More-
Tory government embroiled in sleaze row. Hardly an original headline. If its not David Mellor dressing his mistress up in football kit, or John Major being naughty with Edwina Curry (eeeeuuuwwww), then its claiming ‘repairs to my moat’ as parliamentary expenses, or indeed, providing ‘consultation’ to private companies at massive personal gain in strict contradiction – Read More-
It’s my daddy’s birthday today. He’s 97. I mean… ninety-seven! His mate Lou phoned him last week. Lou is 106. And can still hold a phone. There’s a woman in my dad’s care home who is 105. These people send telegrams to the Queen wishing HER a happy birthday. The secret of my father’s longevity? – Read More-
I had another scan on Saturday. My 17th this year. All things considered. I’ve had MRIs, I’ve had various CTs and now it was an ultrasound scan. On my Aorta. To check for aneurisms. Because when you reach 65 they send you an invitation. No reception with canapés or Bucks Fizz, just pitch up, pull – Read More-