Well there’s certainly one way to forget about the election, forget about Brexit, about Labour, Corbyn, McDonnell, forget about Hong Kong, even forget about Prince Andrew. Just sack your team’s manager and everything else becomes unimportant, trivial, almost meaningless. But even that truly massive, globally humongous, tragically earth-shattering event almost pales into insignificance when the – Read More-
The debate is tonight. And I can see it degenerating into a shouting match. Because really, Boris and Jezza hate each other. As they should. I hate both of them. And its pretty easy to do. Boris was a child of privilege. Eton, Oxford, learned his manners and feminism at the Bullingdon Club, went on – Read More-
Maybe its the bit that Corbyn/McDonnell haven’t said. The final piece of the Marxist-Labour puzzle which brings the whole, seemingly stupid, ridiculous, moronic and ill-conceived plan together. Because they’ve outlined spending on a scale which would cause tremors for the Sultan of Brunei. Billions to the NHS, trillions in nationalisation projects which will then, as – Read More-
Went to see an amazingly brilliant movie last night. Le Mans 66. That’s what its called and, pretty much what its about. Yet its not really a ‘car race’ film. Though that is somewhat represented, obviously. But its a film about friendship. About the ‘corporations’ against the little guys. About the ‘maverick’ dudes. And its – Read More-
Prince Andrew is not the most interesting of royals. Nor the most popular. Nor the most beautiful (need more time for that list, currently stuck on 0). Not even the most obnoxious, though he’s close. And the fact is that despite the fairly recent ‘scandal’ associating him with the late and not-at-all lamented Jeffrey Epstein – Read More-
I forgot me ‘at. I went to Israel, where it was 32 degrees plus, and forgot to pack my Spurs hat. My sacred, my hallmark, my essential and only headgear and… left it in the fucking wardrobe. And the other in my tennis bag. And all the others wherever they have become randomly distributed around – Read More-
Don’t get exited. I mean ‘party’ in the political sense. Which is as much fun as… as… as something that’s really no fun at all. Even less fun than ‘international breaks’ in football. Although that’s possibly symptomatic of the same syndrome. Which is the divisions and tribal instinct inherent in humans. English humans anyway. Can’t – Read More-
So the flight ended up being 2 hours 20 minutes late. BUT… we got a free coffee (small) and a free croissant!!! So it was all worth it and I was then pleased to have been ridiculously delayed and eventually arrived home at midnight rather than the somewhat more leisurely 9.30 as was planned. Man – Read More-
Here’s a first world problem: my flight home has been delayed. My BA app has told me that, so far, we’re over an hour later than schedule. But that’s increasing every time I look. I’m rather proud of that app, and in fact all my apps because I’m not naturally an ‘appy’ person. Safe to – Read More-
So we left Jordan. And Petra was beyond fantabulous but you can keep Jordan and I’m never going back. Not that its such a big problem in my life, its not like saying ‘I’m never going back to Manchester’, or I’m never going back to the Emirates, its just that I didn’t feel comfortable there – Read More-