Everyone will always remember exactly where they were on Tuesday 24th of September 2019. The ‘day of shame’ as it will be forever remembered in our minds and in our hearts. The day the world turned. The Supreme Court of London and… some other places nearby, judged by an 11 to nil unanimity (a virtual – Read More-
I always thought that ‘award season’ was like March or thereabouts. The Oscars, the Brits, the… I dunno, loads of them. Maybe its a long season. Like Marching Season in Northern Ireland, which lasts most of the year, to give the Orangemen time to upset every single Republican and Catholic by marching round in bowler – Read More-
At the Labour Party conference they’re not just intent on radicalising British politics, they’re re-writing the language. Inventing a new one almost. Because using ‘old English’, describing their intentions, should hell freeze- sorry, should they win a general election, would make them sound a bit criminal. So, like Russia before them over a century ago, – Read More-
Saw a message from a mate yesterday who’d watched 3 rugby matches before lunch, then (tragically) watched Spurs at lunchtime in the battle of VAR, then there was still the thrilling (zzzzzzz…) Newcastle vs Brighton match in the early evening. What a day he had. All he needed was a potty and he needn’t move – Read More-
If I was at a fancy dress party and someone there was dressed as a chasidic Jew, with the stick on beard and side curls and the fur hat and shiny coat (I’m gonna presume for these purposes that this is NOT a Purim party at the synagogue but something more secular and the wearer – Read More-
So I went out for dinner Wednesday night with Greg… Yeah, Greg. Geezer from ‘Masterchef’. Oh, weren’t you invited? Yeah, lots of (very B-list) celebs take me out… Angelina (keep your hands to YOURSELF, Jolie, I’m a married man), Prince Andrew (I’m not going to the school gates with you again, Andy, I’m hungry), Taylor – Read More-
My country is fucked. Brexit dunnit. Cast us asunder from each other in a shit-storm of acrimony, bile and hyperbole. And more than a few lies, fictions and, what we can generalise as ‘Farage-isms’. We are a nation divided. And yet still, nothing has actually happened. Because the shit-storm doth continue and the casualties mount – Read More-
Sometimes the news is so ‘good’, so funny, so stupid that you really don’t need people like me (as if) to take the piss out of it, it does it all by itself. And I think yesterday must have been ‘national tossers day’ or something because the ‘news’ today is just stupid. A story that – Read More-
When Joey gets tummy time, we ALL get tummy time! That’s a house rule. Some of the Barbies didn’t get the memo. But in between tummy time, and Barbies, and tennis and all sorts of stuff, there was some sport played this weekend. You may have missed it. But it was just… one of those – Read More-
I’ve started playing with my Barbie dolls once more. I’ve missed them. Forgotten what great fun it is to stretch a (plastic-)skin-tight t-shirt over unbending arms and immovable wrists, squeezing tiny shoes on feet permanently angled for 8 inch (to scale) stilettos, so that when you put ‘her’ in trainers or onto her snowboard, she – Read More-