this is a Jaguar CX75. And its gorgeous. Not only that; its ‘lectric. Innit. It has electric power of the plug-in variety and a ‘little’ 1600 turbocharged engine. And its featured in the new Bond film out next week. Ok, driven by the baddie but its a cool set’a wheels, driven by anybody. And how – Read More-
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “oh no, Bastian Schweinsteiger, the German football captain and Manchester United semi-permanent hospital visitor is a closet nazi. He spends a half his time dressed as either a footballer or a patient, the other half as a Wehrmacht officer. Oh no!” But don’t worry, Bastian’s no nazi. Well, – Read More-
What do ya wanna do on Tuesday night, Luv? Fancy a curry? No, we’ve got Xi Jinping coming over for dinner, thought I’d invite a few mates round. Maybe Mrs Xi will get pissed and sing a few songs for us. Ok, shall we say a formal dinner for 430 then, in the great room – Read More-
Well, its done. Our invasion of Germany in general, Berlin specifically, culminated with our escape last night, on a crowded plane bringing us back to the safety and security of Stansted bleedin Airport. And the good thing about arriving back approaching midnight is that there’s no traffic. Just speed cameras. Loved Berlin. Great place. Wonderfully – Read More-
Its hell here in Germany. They don’t do rugby and their idea of ‘football’ is the sodding Bundesliga, a third rate bunch of semi-professionals who queue up each year to get the chance to get beaten by Bayern Munich. And who knew, when booking a weekend in Berlin, that it would coincide with the World – Read More-
I love Berlin. My favourite city in all of Germany. Though I’ve not visited others. Its a funny place really. Not staggeringly beautiful, like Vienna or Prague, not picturesque like Venice or Paris, its more like a cross between Burnley and a council estate in Croydon. Nice. Ok, it does have some nice old(ish) buildings – Read More-
Ahhh Deutschland, Deutschland, uber alles. Do you know what that means? Why not; you have google, you can find anything. It means ‘above all’. Germany above all. Above all what? That’s the question. Just not one I’m prepared to answer. Until tomorrow, when I make my inaugural visit to the Fatherland. Or Motherland. Going to – Read More-
Jose Morinho; misunderstood, sensitive, special one, persecuted by the press and the collective referees of every footballing nation? Or just a bad-losing, whingeing, excuse-mongering plonker? That’s the big question of our times. Replacing the old ones: ‘what is Jeremy Corbyn?’ and ‘will Brendan Rogers be ok at Liverpool?’ Jose was fined 50,000 quid by the – Read More-
There are loads of countries where you can drink wine. You’re allowed. There are some countries where its actually compulsory. France, Italy, Spain, Australia. I’d write a list of countries where you may imbibe to your heart’s content; and its good for your heart to do so. Oh, only ‘in moderation’. Where the fucking fun – Read More-
At this time of the tournament (errr, that’ll be the rugby world cup then) it is customary for us pundits and analysts and those of us who understand the game fully in all its political, socio-economic and global contexts, to say whose gonna win, whose been the best teams/players so far, the chances of progressing – Read More-