Oh my, its not since the end of the football season that we’ve had a weekend of such sporting amazement to wallow in. First there was the Rugby, as the Lions beat the Aussies in the second test ‘down under’, this one at the vaunted Melbourne Cricket Ground, no less. It was an incredible match, – Read More-
Emmanuel Macron’s wife is a man. There. I’ve said it. Now I wait to hear from his lawyers. Who are rather busy suing other people for making such an assertion. In fact, one person. An American blogger called Candace Owens who has repeatedly made the claim. Not sure why. Not sure what her agenda is, – Read More-
Here’s some free advice for all sports-people engaged in tournaments of a high profile nature: TURN YOUR FUCKING PHONE OFF AND LEAVE IT OFF. In fact you can leave the phone on, in case your mum wants to speak to you. Or your dad wants to give some advice about taking penalties. But turn off – Read More-
Best day ever yesterday. I went to a protest. I love a protest and have an app which tells me all the protests going on, any given day, so I can pick one. And yesterday was a bumper day. There was a protest against school dinner funding in Bolton, garbage disposal in Birmingham, social services – Read More-
Dianne Abbott was the first black woman MP, back in 1987. Her career went steeply downhill from then on. From being Corbyn’s main squeeze for a number of years (a relationship which could act as the absolute definition of ‘ick’), she held tight to the hard left of the Labour Party, which reached its zenith – Read More-
I was so lucky last night. I turned on the tv for the news and it was delayed because of the football. Women’s football. Which, amazingly, I’d forgotten all about!!! Even though it was the quarter final!!! I mean, turning on in the last minute of extra time. I could have missed it!! And you – Read More-
Been e-biking quite a bit lately. Its just too gorgeous out not to. So I bloody do. I mount up, put my helmet on (YES, MELISSA!!!! I ALWAYS PUT MY HELMET ON) and take off into the sunshine for thirty-five minutes of pure joy and freedom. And everyone asks if I feel vulnerable, fearful, concerned – Read More-
I’m a theoretical cricketist. In theory, I love the game. Love the figures, the scores, love the way everything is analysed by the run, by the wicket, by the minute. It’s a statisticians dream sport. And although every other sport now measures how many drops of sweat each player produces per minute, in the first – Read More-
So I went to pick the kids up from school and decided, on the spur of the moment, to do so without trousers on. And I never wear underpants because, due to my ‘neurodiversity’, Marks & Spencer’s finest cause me terrible irritation. Even Calvin Kleins are bothersome. Therefore, I am Commando! The head teacher stopped – Read More-
I’ve been so busy this week, I haven’t had time to even mention Wimbledon. Not only the finest tennis tournament in the world, but more importantly, the only one which really matters. Ok, the only one I ever bother watching. And I do watch it. I would say ‘religiously’ but me and religion enjoy a – Read More-