Ok, so Brexit is winning. Should the polls be believed. And can we believe them? After the last general election when they all got it tragically, diabolically wrong? No, of course we can’t, they’re all tossers. Mainly because people lie when polled. And as the polls are used by all parties before any election to – Read More-
Good news in yesterday’s paper for all cholesterol sufferers. A miracle almost. What has previously been thought of as ‘bad’ cholesterol, the LDL stuff, that’ll ‘kill you deader than dead in no time’ that required 90% of men over 35 to take statins, that was the ‘heart attack waiting to happen’, has now been shown – Read More-
Can you imagine going to a football match, on a lovely day, with your family, big event, French hospitality (du pain, du vin and la mistresse) and you get invaded by a fucking army of Russian neo-nazi racist scum? Not just a few drunk thugs taking offence at some banter. This was a pre-meditated, synchronised – Read More-
don’t know when I’ll be back again… Well, I do really. Mel made me book return flights. Even though I didn’t want to. We’re on our way to Mykonos. By the time you read this we’ll be there. Greek island, in the med… not a fucking clue. Fortunately the pilot knows. I hope. Can’t send – Read More-
I had an ‘I love London’ moment yesterday morning. I had to pop up to a mate up on Ludgate Hill. As I strolled up Fleet Street I did kind’a wonder why the eastbound traffic wasn’t moving at all. Though really? It ain’t that rare an event. As I got to Ludgate Circus I realised – Read More-
“THE EUROPEAN UNION COSTS BRITAIN £350,000,000 EVERY WEEK!!!!!!” So proclaims the Leave Campaign’s bus. Plastered across the side of it. Huge letters. A blind man could see it from a mile away. 350 mil, every fucking week, pissed away on funding the vast, sprawling, undemocratic ‘thing’ that is ‘Europe’. And that money, which should be – Read More-
The football starts on Saturday. Some may say it starts on Friday, tomorrow night, when France play Romania. But they’re wrong. It starts when I say it starts, and that’s Saturday when we play Russia. And we better fucking win. You look at the endless hype, mainly because it is simply everywhere, and you look – Read More-
About 6 years ago we were in Israel for the summer hols. And we went up, for a couple of nights, to the Golan Heights. Right on the Syrian border. In fact, they used to be the Syrian Golan heights but Israel borrowed them in the 6-day war and haven’t yet returned them. It is – Read More-
Jason Gillespie was an Aussie fast bowler. He’s still an Aussie but now he’s old he’s the coach at Yorkshire Cricket Club. Alma mater of Geoffrey Boycott, Sir Len Hutton, Freddie Truman, with a history going back thousands of years. When most of the club attitudes were formed and set in stone. Gillespie is a – Read More-
This is no time for fence sitting. You’ll only get splinters in your bum. This is a time for Europe. And our future within it. Or without it. In politics as well as football. And decisions have to be made. This picture is of sweet blond, Eva Van Housen. She sits on no fences. EVER!! – Read More-