It’s a spring day. Round here. Do I care that it’s snowing in Eastern Scotland? Pissing down in Plymouth? Windy in Wokingham? I wish I could say I do, but alas, I never said I was a nice person, just a guy who likes good weather. And, yes, I am English, so I’m allowed to – Read More-
So my quest to rid the world of the obesity crisis has hit a minor stumbling block. Another one. A ‘hitch’. Because having worked out the evils of ultra-high-processed foods, single-handedly (I always read the newspaper alone), that was the ‘quality’ aspect of our foods totally sorted out. We now need to work on the – Read More-
All talk of football has been banned. Officially. There is NOTHING to discuss. It’s a horrible game and why people put so much stock into the outcome of such meaningless competitions played out by overpaid, mercenary morons, representing overseas money-launderers and sports-washers, I have no idea. And there was almost no talk of tennis this – Read More-
On Sunday night, I’m not going to bed. I can’t. It’s when the polling booths close in Russia and I’m not sleeping until I know who has won. I want to know that there’s a swing in some desolate, isolated Siberian town, I want Jon Snow with his graphs and ‘swingometers’ and a panel of – Read More-
On Sunday night police moved into the Legacy funeral home in Hull. Oh, that’s odd. They weren’t dead, why would they go there? They weren’t discussing funerals either. They just went in and arrested 2 people. And found some dead bodies. Which, of all the places to find corpses in the world, could actually be – Read More-
A seemingly innocent photograph, just a family shot, Lila, Aunty and mummy, just everything ‘normal’. OR IS IT??? I had this picture assessed by three different verifying companies who found 71 instances of ‘evidence’ of ‘editing’. Lila has been made 0.35 inches taller than in real life. Where her arm crosses over to Rachie, you – Read More-
I’ve had the busiest weekend ever. Ok, not ever. Just… barely a chance to nap. THAT busy. There was just more sport to see than ever in the history of my tv. And soooo exiting. First the Scots played the Italians at rugby and… lost. To the Italians??? Yes, the Italians. One of the greatest – Read More-
We went out for dinner last night to a sweet little place in Crouch End. Crouch End boasts 432 ‘sweet little places’ for dining, at the current count. And there’s only 274 retail units in the whole ‘town’(?) so I really don’t know how they do that. For a starter, with our friends, we shared… – Read More-
I hate it when staff go on holiday. Its cruel, heartless and, to be honest, fucking selfish of them. And, they expect to get paid, for swanning around in the Indian Ocean sunshine, whilst I’m here left to actually… well… work. I have to get in early. Theoretically that’s no problem, just means I can’t – Read More-
The headline from the weekend’s sport is undoubtedly: Spurs won. The rest is irrelevant. Like how they won. Like the pain and suffering of the Spurs fans, condemned by their own commitment, frustrated by their teams irregularity of form which caused them immense pain and agony until Brennan Johnson came on and sorted things out. – Read More-