Yesterday, in two separate incidents, so-called ‘football fans’ ran onto the pitch, mid-game, and attacked players. Obviously players of the teams those fans didn’t support. In the first one, some Brummy scumbag ran onto the pitch at St Andrews, where his ‘beloved’ Birmingham City were playing local rivals Aston Villa, and punched the Villa captain, – Read More-
…and God laughs. Ain’t that what they say? So this morning I planned tennis. As I do every Sunday. And woke up to pouring rain and gale force winds. But did I panic? No. I remained calm and had my pre-tennis bath. To soothe the aches and pains before the next physical onslaught my ageing – Read More-
Yesterday was international Women’s Day. Errrr, 2019. Probably. Which is a massive day in the life of all… international women. Local ones can carry on ironing and cooking and getting pipes and slippers ready for when their ‘man’ comes home from work, whisky in her hand. I celebrated this day myself by living it as – Read More-
Scientists are working on nanobots. Why not? They’ve gotta do something. And these nanobots are like little doctors who will cure and make you all better, but from the inside. They are truly microscopic little robots, the width of a human hair, but have a million transistors in them, as many as a Nintendo 64, – Read More-
Spurs took just one point from their first three group matches in this years’ champions league campaign. That’s shit. Really shit. So much shit that you actually enter the uncharted realms of probability. ‘No team has EVER come back to qualify after scraping just one point from their first 3 matches’. But come back we – Read More-
Volvo cars are to be speed capped at 112mph (180kph). Which is nothing to do with Volvo forever being the ‘dull-as-dishwater’ brand of ultra-‘safe’ Scandi motoring, but more to do with Volvo being… errrr… dull-as-dishwater and safe and… errrr… I know about road safety. All about it. Because I did a SPEED AWARENESS COURSE last – Read More-
I like to cook. It’s a boy thing. All the best chefs are men. We hunt, we gather, we sauté. And although I let Mel take her turn on the hob, when I’m home I do like to Fanny Craddock up and get all foody. Though I must confess, I specialise. And my obsessions are – Read More-
One point. We accrued one entire, sole, solitary, delicious point from a week of otherwise disastrous, disappointing and depressing football. I wish there was a ‘d’ word to say FUCK SHIT BOLLOCKS PISS but alas our simple language lacks such riches. Yet that point is enough. Dayenu as they say in Hebrew: it is enough. – Read More-
Now this is just plain weird. The world’s number 1 bridge player, Geir Helgemo, has had sanctions against him by the Word Bridge Federation. For failing a drug test. A bridge player. Not only that but the ‘banned substances’ were in fact testosterone and a female fertility drug. Testosterone is great if you’re a weight – Read More-
Why does it hurt so much? But like really hurt? For a male Spurs fan, losing at Chelsea hurts more than childbirth. More than toothache. More than having your spleen removed without anaesthetic. Because the pain doesn’t end with ‘a procedure’, it essentially starts when the procedure is finished. That moment when hope is extinguished, – Read More-