Power corrupts; absolute power corrupts absolutely. Who said that? Well not David Cameron. Who, even in my cynical mind, is in no way ‘corrupt’. Just a bit of a nob. An upper-class rich kid who’s never had a proper job in his life. He didn’t need to. He had a very rich daddy. Who I’ll – Read More-
There’s two topics currently obsessing the media. The British Steel Industry and Overseas Aid. So it was only a matter of time, and sufficiently shitty journalism, before someone put 2 and 2 together and came up with the reactionary, knee-jerk, middle-class, right wing result of 172 million. Because that was the ‘extra’ overseas aid that – Read More-
Its all over the media. Men, in an effort to be fit, to improve body condition, muscle tone and other such worthy desirables, are going to the gym. Fair enough. To do (fucking-) yoga??? I mean; men pump iron. They run treadmills. They even spin, with or without lycra cladding. They ride their bikes, they – Read More-
So having been ‘totally relaxed’ last weekend as England played and Spurs didn’t, I can now return to ABSOLUTE FUCKING PANIC mode for the remainder of the season. And that starts tomorrow. At 5.30. Because tv can’t show 3 o’clock Saturday kick-offs, iss’illegal, they put matches on at other times in order to help Sky. – Read More-
Marks & Spencer sell burkinis. Which are anti-bikinis. Bikinis without the bits showing. To preserve the modesty of those who wish to remain modest. Or those who the rest of us are happier to see covered up. But mainly, of course, such items are aimed at the Muslim market. And apparently they sell well. Dolce – Read More-
Sometimes you read a little snippet in the paper and it just makes you laugh. Well, it just makes me laugh. And today it totally cracked me up. As England lost a meaningless friendly to Holland last night, talk again centred on Wayne Rooney. Should he be an ‘automatic’ starter or do we now have – Read More-
Big storm round here yesterday. Katie. That’s what ‘she’ was called. They gave it a girl’s name because it was really fucking vicious and nasty and bitchy. Caused havoc. Stopped planes landing at Heathrow, brought the M25 to a close, blew over… stuff, stopped me playing tennis and blew the table over in the garden. – Read More-
I never knew Jesus. Not personally. Even though a few years ago by Lords Cricket Ground some… errr… person came up to me and said, with no pre-amble nor introduction: ‘JESUS DIED TO SAVE YOU!!!’. Then he walked away. The odd geezer, not Jesus. He wasn’t there. Not in body anyway. But Jesus was just – Read More-
Easter is magical. Always has been. Four days off work. Free. Not missing nuffink. And its lovely. Relaxing. Couldn’t play tennis yesterday due to rainage. Then Mel & I went for our ‘walk’, got half way up the road and it started raining again. Turned round, came home, turned on the tv. Well, I did, – Read More-
I normally hate ‘international breaks’ in the football. Especially for friendlies. Mainly because I’ve lost heart with ‘England’ football, much as I’m madly in love with ‘England’ rugby. Odd, eh? Or not, that’s what it is. This international break is a good one though, because I’m relaxed about the league. Spurs are second. They’re nicely – Read More-