I like bad behaviour. Always have. Mel will confirm. But not just my own. I have certain expectations of certain classes of people. I expect politicians to be sexually-assaulting, expense-rigging megalomaniacal tossers. I expect footballers to be semi-literate flash-Harrys oozing gold and diamonds, with the number of supercars in their garages higher than their IQ – Read More-
Over dinner last night with my Man United supporting mate, (obviously short-term happy with the win at Bournemouth, long-term panicking as to whether Morinho can keep his team out of the relegation zone. Ok, he termed it as ‘getting into the top 4’ but we all know what he really felt, deep down), and he – Read More-
I played tennis this morning. Nothing new there, I play every Saturday and Sunday morning that has ever been invented. Today I played Aussie Johnno. He flew in from Sydney specifically and solely for the purpose of playing tennis with me. Why not? Other people I play come from as far away as Finchley, Golders – Read More-
Look, everyone hates vegans. They don’t taste very nice. Ha ha, carnivore/cannibal joke. Bad taste. Ooops, ha ha, fucking haaah. And there lies the meat of the issue. Is it acceptable to joke about vegans? Apparently it is not. William Sitwell, the former editor of Waitrose cooking magazine just resigned because he did just that. – Read More-
They’re testing a ban on petrol and diesel cars in the City. That’s my city, the one with a capital ‘C’. The City of London. Just so you know its not Manchester or Salisbury, Birmingham or Norwich. Do people drive in Norwich? Anyway, they’ve picked a little road near Moorgate and they’re going to ban – Read More-
The motto from the holocaust is ‘lest we forget’. Because it mustn’t ever be forgotten. Having said that, it was a long time ago and we like to think that such a thing could never happen again. Even if Corbyn did get into power (heaven forbid) you like to think that persecution of the Jews – Read More-
If we have dinner together, I will probably eat something off your plate. Just grab it. With my fingers. Or fork. Possibly with my toes. When you’ve finished I’ll eat what you’ve left. If we ‘share’ something, you better get in quick. If my fork is busy, I’ll use yours. If yours is busy too, – Read More-
I’d like to use my blogger’s, non-parliamentary privilege to name Philip Green as the businessman implicated in the spurious allegations of sexual misconduct and racism for which the Court of Appeal upheld the non-disclosure orders on the staff concerned. In doing so I appreciate that I’m making a farce of the country’s legal system but – Read More-
I’ve never had a season ticket for Tottenham. Never. When I was young (horrible phrase) I couldn’t afford one and when I was older I always preferred to go to selective games rather than the total commitment of going to every single match. You could say that ‘I lack commitment’ and in this most cases – Read More-
They’ve found the ‘pipe-bomber’ who sent 14 bombs in the mail to top Democrats and Trump critics. He lives in Florida. In a white van totally covered in ‘support Trump’ stickers, ‘make America great’ banners and photos of democrats all superimposed with ‘crossed hairs’ over them. Nothing particularly incriminating there then. His name is Cesar – Read More-