If you’re going on a nudist holiday, what do you pack in your suitcase? The answer is: suncream. Loads of suncream. Very powerful, factor 250, viagra flavoured suncream. When you walk along our beach here to the eastern (or possibly western, I have no idea, no clue and absolutely no desire to find out) extreme, – Read More-
How is it a ‘tropical paradise’ if you can’t get Sky Sports 1?? You can eat as many meals as you like, drink all the Mai Tais and Mojitos, walk as many beers along the beach as your heart desires (not sure incessant beer-drinking when already 14 stone overweight is good for your heart anyway: – Read More-
Men are brave. Right?? I mean, if we gave birth we’d do it in the pub whilst playing darts. Or at White Hart Lane on match-day. Right?? No, probably not. Men are ‘brave’ but mainly only in really stupid ways that run so contrary to any form of common sense that you could replace ‘brave’ – Read More-
Are you intolerant to intolerance? Do you have any right to be so? When I hear about racism, sexism, homophobia, hatred of Spurs, I immediately raise my liberal hackles and think ‘why can’t people just be more tolerant?’ Then I think ‘fuckers!’. Because I hate intolerance and tend to loathe those who lack tolerance and – Read More-
I did a ‘stretch’ class on the beach this morning with Mel. She loves that shit. I was one of only two men. The other guy was probably gay. Even though he was with his wife. And I’m so assured in my heterosexuality that I can take the strange looks from, mainly the American men, – Read More-
What’s the point of sunrise? Ok, its biblical; let there be light, and there is light, every day, reaffirming our belief in a supreme being even after Zidane retired from football. But sunrise is something you just take for granted, presumptuous fuckers that we (homo sapiens, early 2nd Millenium, face-lift version) have become. There are – Read More-
I’ve never been to Mexico before. Unless you count a day in Tijuana in 1981 when Paulchi & I walked across the border from San Diego, decided we needed neither hookers and drugs, nor hand-tooled, leather rifle cases and walked back to ‘merica and civilistaion. Yet here I am, on the Mayan Riviera. And I – Read More-
London is ‘blessed’ with 3 airports. Luton, which is about 70 miles from London, and has that inbred rustic feel to it since they shut the Vauxhall factory down and left the place to the ‘natives’. Its about as ‘London’ as Beirut. Yet is convenient to get to. Then there’s Heathrow or The Big One, – Read More-
Another year over. Almost. Christmas symbolises a kind of ‘getting ready to welcome the new year’, a process that gives a week of reminiscing about the old one before the new one starts. Which also means most of the journalists can have the week off as all the papers publish for 7 days is lists – Read More-
the following contains scenes of violence and brutality and there’s bad language from the start. We’re all used to such warnings before news reports and tv programmes. They’re all over the tv. 20 years ago you’d have work out all by yourself that a report from Syria in the wake of a bombing would probably – Read More-