‘When I were little…’ as the phrase goes, every kitchen had a ‘gas stove’. Whether it was actually gas powered, or possibly the new-fangled, ‘electric’, was totally irrelevant. People referred to having ‘an electric gas stove’ as adherence to anachronistic nomenclature is strong, Skywalker. Then many decades later, we had a hob. It was fab. – Read More-
Little children are wild things. Yet wild in different ways. And I’m fascinated by gender differences. Birth gender. Not gender ‘claimed’ and self-identified definitively yet, that’s to come. But for now we’ll go with the really old-fashioned ‘if ya got a dick, yer a boy, if ya ain’t yer a gel’ technique for gender assignment. – Read More-
When I was a kid the only vegetables I would eat were peas, preferably tinned or frozen, and runner beans, preferably… runner beans. Everything else of the class of food which accompanied meat and potatoes was not just disliked but truly hated. Broccoli? Yeuch. Brussel sprouts? Revolting. Cauliflower?? Fuck right off. And cabbage? I’d run – Read More-
I hid under the coffee table for most of the 90 minutes (plus stoppage time) and I’m still there. I’ve got cramp in places I never even knew I had places. Mel keeps shouting at me to come out. But I can’t. I dived under the table when the 3rd Arsenal goal went in and – Read More-
They covered up the Holocaust Memorial stone in Hyde Park yesterday. Ok, so that will stop graffiti, vandalism, damage. It’s only a fucking rock. But strangely efficient as a reminder of 6 million people murdered in the Nazi Genocide of yesteryear. Yet, as a symbol of something ‘Jewish’, it is no longer safe in our – Read More-
In normal circumstances (whatever that even means), I find the fixture between Tottenham Hotspur (blessed be their name) and Arsenal (the Devil’s team) to be exceedingly stressful. I’ve attended many and it’s difficult. I’ve watched many, hiding behind the sofa with my fingers over my eyes. Arsenal won the league in 1971 by beating Spurs, – Read More-
I’m intrigued by the quest for vehicular autonomy. Why shouldn’t cars get to decide where and when they go anywhere? They’re not slaves, FFS!! They have feelings, desires, aspirations, just like the rest of us. Alternatively, back on planet Earth, cars are now almost fully autonomous. In that they drive themselves. However, if they have – Read More-
So on Monday night, the start of Passover, when all good Jews were celebrating our redemption from slavery back in Egypt (reparation demands to follow), our duly elected members of parliament, and our duly appointed Lordy types next door, were embroiled in a game of ‘ping pong’. Not sure that God approves whilst he’s waiting – Read More-
My alternative heading for this post was ‘why did the Jew cross the road?’, but I opted for the one which took up less space. Pragmatist. The Jew in question was Gideon Falter, who, by sheer coincidence, in case you think he was just trying to make a point, happens to be the head of – Read More-
What’s more important than cars??? Oh, of course, football. More important than anything. But it is definitely worth mentioning this car which, unlike yesterday’s, is a ‘proper’ motor. With window-winders and a gear lever and, most importantly, chrome. I love chrome. And it has never been deployed more beautifully than on a 1961 Mercedes 300SL. – Read More-