Man cannot live by football alone. He can try but his wife will get royally pissed off. Ok, some leeway is given at this time of the year, when EVERY match is important, when Mel knows that Brighton playing Wolves has a massive impact on my life. When Liverpool at Cardiff is existentially critical to – Read More-
I’m not into sequels. If something’s great; leave it alone to stand as that, don’t try and repeat it. Otherwise you end up with Fast & Furious 7 and Death Wish 4 and Friday the 13th part 14. And they’re all shit. The obvious exceptions (and I can make these without any risk of being – Read More-
If you wanted to go to Hennes yesterday from, say, Carnaby Street, just across Oxford Circus, you’d have found your route blocked. By a massive pink boat. And about 2,000 of Britain’s great unwashed, sitting around, getting arrested, being released again, drinking tea, weaving yoghurt, picking nits out of their children’s heads and eating them, – Read More-
There’s only one God, all the major religions are agreed about that (if nothing else). Though the Hindus have about 12,000 gods, so we’ll ignore them for the purposes of this debate. And because I’m sure that the God who I don’t believe in was NOT a fucking elephant. Gorilla maybe, lemur, but an elephant?? – Read More-
I was going to write a poem, an emotional and heart-felt outpouring of love and dedication to honour the most incredible football match EVER, won (errr, overall ‘won’, as opposed to ‘on the night’, necessarily) by the greatest team EVER, in what even the most hardened and cynical of Spurs-hating pundits (Paul Merson, Ian Wright, – Read More-
So Nigel Farage has resurfaced, as sharks do, with his new, shiny ‘Brexit Party’. Firstly because he is all and only about leaving Europe and secondly because he is quite uncanny at harnessing the feelings of ‘the people’, particularly if those people are keen to leave Europe. So to all Brexiteers, Farage’s new shtick is – Read More-
A lot of people seem to get a great deal of pleasure from a thing called ‘golf’. English people in their millions play it, Americans in their zillions do it. The difference being that between a noun and a verb. But we won’t get pedantic here. Whether you chose to ‘play golf’ or whether you – Read More-
We’re getting down to the pointed end of the football season now. The endgame. In which points definitely make prizes and new stadia are only as good as the last win they host. And thus did the mighty Tottenham Hotspur yesterday beat Huddersfield Town to record their third win there out of the 3 matches – Read More-
The late great scientist and writer, my favourite evolutionist (including Darwin, I might add on the grounds that he was funnier), Stephen Jay Gould, was a wonderfully liberal and tolerant man. Rather than tell proponents of a strict biblical interpretation of the natural world to just fuck off and go pray, like… errrr, someone less – Read More-
I don’t read many books on child psychology. Don’t need to. They all say the same thing: children are horrible. Rotten. More trouble than they’re worth. Which is all undeniably true. But oddly doesn’t apply to grandchildren. However, were I to read such books, I dare say the virtually universal problem of ‘the terrible twos’ – Read More-