So we have a 9.45 flight from Gatwick. No problem. Be there 7.45… allow hour and a half… ok, leave at 6, up at (fucking!!!!) 5. No problem. What could possibly go wrong? All planned, all packed (Mrs C insisted that we pack on Sunday, for some unaccountable reason other than by Wednesday night I’ve – Read More-
Coming out of the station on my bike last night on the way home I nearly had a crash. A car was pulling out of a driveway and decided not to look in my direction. Where, if he had he may have noticed lots of flashing lights and hi-viz jackets and all the shit cyclists – Read More-
Yet still they sodding win. I was riveted to the match on tv last night. Riveted. So enthralled by the first half of the first half that I went out. Had some pre-Christmas stuff to attend to. Not shopping. Never shopping. Mel had in fact gone to Brent Cross (now open til 11pm!!! oh joy) – Read More-
I love it when newspapers find something, for which there’s no conclusive evidence, and decide to let you know what’s probably going on. But in the absence of much in the way of fact (which never got in the way of any good story), they just paint it out for you, IN BIG LETTERS, and – Read More-
What a great day’s football yesterday. Just great. Almost perfect. If Chelsea had lost (again) it would have been ‘the dream’, but it remains just merely wonderful because they didn’t. They failed to lose for only the 2nd time in 19 weeks. Or 5th time in 14 weeks, it doesn’t really matter. Because they won. – Read More-
When Leicester City beat Chelsea on Monday night the end was indeed nigh for Jose. I spent the following three days checking the BBC website, refreshing the football section every couple of hours for the inevitable. Then yesterday, in between such refreshings I received ‘the news’ from Spurs Paul in a text. Jose gone. Nothing – Read More-
The latest Star Wars movie premiered in Hollywood yesterday. Everybody loves it. The force is strong. As it needs to be for Disney, who paid George Lucas $4billion for the rights to his franchise. They’ll probably sell $6billion worth of Stormtrooper models this Christmas. Another few bil on Millennium Falcons and other assorted Chinese plastic – Read More-
What do you call a Britton going up in a space rocket? You call him Tim Peake, and today he’s going up to the International Space Station for a 6-month sentence onboard. The first Brit to visit that station in its 15 year tenure ‘up there’ whizzing round the Earth at the impossible speed of – Read More-
I hate Spurs. I hate Newcastle. I certainly hate Arsenal. And I hate football. Football is the new religion. Its what people do on ‘the 7th day’. Though also on the 2nd, 3rd, often 4th, sometimes 5th (Europa) and rarely 6th. And the 1st. Sometimes. But groups of men (religion is always about men; women – Read More-
The thing about football is: you have to know your limitations. As in life. Eddie Howe, the Bournemouth manager is well aware of those of his team. So, being an astute and clever guy (heard him talk? he actually speaks English. In sentences wot is gramatical proper) he sets his team and tactics to minimise – Read More-