Much as I have no time for statisticians; those evil, mercenary, sold-to-the-highest-bidder quasi know-alls who can ‘prove’ whatever the hell they want, depending on who is paying for the ‘independent research’, I have endless time for proper scientists. And you kind’a need endless time really, when contemplating the universe… Astronomers have found a new planet. – Read More-
This is Jeremy Corbyn. He’s a tosser. Possibly The Tosser. And that’s a very heavy mantle to earn. But Jezza is certainly in contention with his latest act of stupidity and ignorance. He boarded a Virgin train to Newcastle. I don’t know why. To take coal (not even funny any longer as they haven’t done – Read More-
They’re voting today in California. Not whether to elect Jeremy Corbyn as the still leader of the Totally Worthless Party, they’re fortunately spared that rubbish over there. They’re voting on whether to legalise cannabis for ‘recreational purposes’. Not for procreational purposes, though they may be related. Nor for recreational vehicles which shouldn’t be driven under – Read More-
Now the Olympics is officially and forever over, the stomach-crunchers give way to the number-crunchers to see who can perform the best statistical analysis of the results. And whatever way you crunch them, America won. Ok, the Russians had overdosed their way out of most of the sports and some (particularly me) reckoned they should – Read More-
He did it. Mo. Our Mo. Not Mo the Uber driver, (one of 42,539 ‘Mos’ they have on their books), nor Mo the cook in the take-away, Mo the Imam nor Mo the builder’s mate. No. Mo. Mo Farah. Best runner in the world. Since that Finnish dude back before I was born. Ok, the – Read More-
This has been the best Olympic Games for at least 4 years. London was special. Because it was in London, obviously. But Rio is brilliant. I can’t get enough. Other than golf, football, tennis, for reasons previously spouted, and Greco-Roman wrestling, because its silly and Taikwando, because its really dull. Other than that: wow. Brilliant. – Read More-
I wake up in the morning, reluctantly, unhappily (I love sleeping) and earl-ily when Mel plonks a cup of tea next to me (bless that saintly woman) and announces in her bouncy, early-morning-manic kind of way, that she’s off to swim. She’s leaving me for David Lloyd. Again. This is often accompanied by the delicate – Read More-
Oh. My. God. This is the shape of the future. My own worst nightmare (that doesn’t involve Arsenal). No longer will ‘tossers’ be forced to hold their phones clumsily in their outstretched hand to ensure that they never look where they’re fucking going. Because you can now buy an Oculus Rift… thing. And never need – Read More-
The main difference between ‘us’ in the ‘so-called’ civilised West, and the extremists from ‘so-called’ Islamic State is a matter of tolerance. Not to gluten, even though that’s a matter close to my heart, and certainly to my intestine, which lives nearby. Extremists are intolerant of pretty much everything. Unless its done, prayed, eaten, worshipped, – Read More-
Its great being 60. You get free tube travel. And… and… and… You get to shit on a stick. That’s it really. You’re suddenly old and two really big things happen. One is free transport (ONLY in London, the rest of the country, the ones that don’t count, have to wait til they’re 62), the – Read More-