I always thought that people from Northern Ireland had no faces. I felt sorry for them. Because whenever they were interviewed on tv during the endless years of ‘the troubles’ (read: ‘the period of civil war, bombings, murders, maiming and untold violence against their neighbours and against US!!!), they spoke through black balaclavas and wore – Read More-
So who voted Donald Trump as the world’s referee? Who voted for him to be anything? Not me. But he’s just ‘told Israel and Iran to stop shooting’. And, surprise, surprise, they haven’t. Mainly because his ‘ceasefire’ has not included Lebanon so the Iranians are retaliating on Lebanon’s behalf. Well, not Lebanon exactly, but Hezbollah. – Read More-
This picture is the standard ‘evolutionary progression’. There were many such images. Lots from the Victorian times put an unambiguous black man in the line-up, just before the white man who was always the ‘apex’ of evolution (such a phrase that has absolutely no validity; there is no ‘apex’; evolution continues, its what it does. – Read More-
Just one question to ask Elon (fucking) Musk and ‘the (fucking) office of Donald Trump’. Its this: ARE YOU ‘AVIN’ A FARKIN’ LARFFF, OR WOT??? The Henry Nowak murder has reached across the Atlantic. Though, obviously, they over there don’t seem to realise that such news travels in both directions. So for every tragic murder – Read More-
The terrible murder of poor Henry Nowak was indeed a… errr… a terrible murder. As opposed to a ‘good one’, or a ‘fun one’. Henry was killed, as are so many kids today, unfortunately, by a nutter. Anyone carrying around a big knife, with a burning desire to use it, not in an eating dinner – Read More-
You know those Japanese, right? Stiff, polite, buttoned up, neat, precise, smart, formal. Right? Actually it’s wrong, it’s just a façade; a veneer, to cover an emotionally repressed, sexually deprived bunch of perverts and deviants, who sit in cafes in their Armani suits sniffing schoolgirl knickers. Ok, not all of them. But the ‘take away’ – Read More-
(written yesterday; can’t send from a plane). I write this from seat 17C of a Boeing 832 or 485 or whatever, en route from Gibraltar. To my left sit Lila and Joey, plugged in, headphoned up and wired for two and a half hours of unrestricted ipad time. Or ‘quality time’ as they call it. – Read More-
You see; it’s all about aspirations and expectations. It’s all about appreciating your place in the world and not overstepping the mark. Ok, it’s good to pursue higher goals, stretch yourself and challenge the greats. But to pursue higher goals, you have to score them. (See below, after the obligatory motivational speak-bollocks, soul-searching, target-driven, philosophico-marketing – Read More-
So we head to the beach, Lila, Joey and me, with our buckets and spades and moulds and… and shit. And we dig. And we build, and we create, and we throw sand around and watch water drain away, and its all great fun. And then everyone says to me: oh, that’s so nice you – Read More-
I love a European city. All of ‘em. So Cadiz qualifies therefore I love it. They all have fabulously long and intricate histories involving invading hordes of pretty much everyone who had a boat, wars, Royalty, more wars, armadas, castles dating back thousands of years and tapas. Ok, I suppose only Spain gets the tapas – Read More-