I watch the BBC news. Every night. It’s on ‘series record’. Forever. Can’t miss it. It’s like my 5 prayers a day all wrapped up into a neat little 25 minute segment. It’s sacred. And it has to be BBC. Because I pay 175 quid a year, and will my entire life, even after I’m – Read More-
Here’s the sports round-up. Though if you substitute ‘football’ for ‘sport’, which my mind pretty much does on its own, there is no round up. Other than the Under 21 European Championships, which I seem to have completely missed. And the Women’s World Cup, which actually became of minor interest yesterday. Which I’ll come back – Read More-
The good things about gardening are: 1. Your garden looks lovely 2. … 3. Errrr 4. … And that’s what I’ve been doing. (Fucking) Gardening. And its… great! Normally I limit gardening to using very loud and powerful devices. If ya can’t fill it with petrol it ain’t fer me. But sometimes the rules need – Read More-
Boris and his (latest) bird had a barney. A big one. So ‘big’ that a neighbour called the police. Though not before pressing ‘record’ on his phone and sending it to the Guardian. There’s no law against having a row with your partner. Apparently other people do it at times too. Even to the point – Read More-
We’ve all heard about ‘tactical voting’. So you vote in an election for party you don’t want just to prevent a party you hate even more winning the seat. We’ve all done that. Personally, I’d vote for the Ayatollah tomorrow if it meant Corbyn would never achieve power. Though, and this is kind of important, – Read More-
Abdullah Patel was one of those lucky selected few who enjoyed about 2 of their allotted 15 minutes of fame to ask a question to the Tory leadership hopefuls on Tuesday night, ‘live’ on the BBC. His question to Boris was, essentially, about the power of words to cause hurt and enduring consequences. He was – Read More-
It’s all a load of rubbish. Waste disposal, iss’all rubbish! Which its always been. But the collection of our waste was never a stressful thing. It was just ‘a thing that happened’. Every week. Rubbish bins out, bunch’a dudes come along, sling them over their shoulders, tip ‘em into a truck, bish, bosh, job done, – Read More-
There was a big crowd gathered in Embankment Gardens as I limberly (after my physio) ambled to work. Big crowd. Saw a few big furry microphone things, cameras and a lot of milling. And there, in the midst of all this, was the little black-n-white character that is our mayor of London. Sadiq Kahn. Black – Read More-
So where was the elephant? Last night? On Channel 4 when they had the ‘next prime minister’ debate, where was the great lumbering cuddly blonde elephant? There was a pedestal, empty. It had a photo of Boris upon it. But no show from (probably) the next PM of our fine nation. But he’ll only be – Read More-
Its my birthday today. June 16th. Same as last year. Thanks for the (fucking) card!! And its the day after our wedding anniversary (so I’d ‘never forget’ even though I did and only bought the card half way through yesterday) and its also father’s day. Which personally, you can keep. If you need Hallmark to – Read More-