Here’s a question for you, after my extensive (all the people here), longitudial (3 days) and very statistically valid (because I think so) study of cultural norms and habits in the populations of the entire continent of North America. This is the question: what do you call a fat Canadian? Answer: an American. This is – Read More-
And things to do in Mexico when it rains. You do… Yoga!!! Because you can. And because there’s not really a lot else to do when you’re on a beach, by a pool, geared up for sunshine activities and the sunshine won’t play. And I’ve always been a bit ‘judgmental’ (vast understatement) of yogis, always – Read More-
It’s amazing. The wonders of modern travel. You can leave home in London and arrive at a super, seaside resort on the coast in Cancun, just 19 hours later. Ok, I won’t moan, its unbecoming for someone so lucky to have this ultimate of ‘1st world problems’, but 19 hours!!! So that’s a 10 hour – Read More-
It’s Christmas time, there’s no need to be afraid. Apparently. They didn’t sing that at Gatwick airport on Christmas Eve during a train strike, border control strike, nurses and ambulance strike and pilots strike, did they? Ok, I lied about the pilots to enhance the story. But really, its hell here. Bob Geldof’s starving Africans – Read More-
A massive day for all Scottish men and women. And everyone else in between. Because Madame Sturgeon, slayer of the Salmond, purveyor of Evil, daughter of Satan!!, has decreed that in ‘her’ country, there are no borders or barriers between the genders, all nine of them. And you can truly be ‘whatever you wish to – Read More-
It’s been a bumper week for me, musically. I recorded a ‘history of Fleetwood Mac’ and have been watching. It’s a different one. Not new but different to the previous 10 ‘histories of Fleetwood Mac’ I’ve watched. This one going right back to the Peter Green days of ‘Albatross’ and ‘oh well’. Following the tragic – Read More-
How strange, you may think, that coming just a couple of days after Kathrine-Jenkins-gate, when the opera star lost her bag on a flight to Rome, we now learn of Bluebell-gate, in which Bluebell, a Labrador, was sent to Nashville to join its owners, but instead, arrived in Riyadh. Ooops. But is it strange? Or – Read More-
Lionel Messi was officially crowned ‘the best player ever’ after we sat riveted for three hours to the ‘the best World Cup final ever’ and the entire tournament was re-named as ‘the best World Cup finals ever in winter’, the ‘best World Cup corruption’, ‘the most workers ever dead because of a world cup’ and – Read More-
Now here’s a tragic story. Katherine Jenkins, the Welsh opera singer and all-round super-babe (I mean that in the ‘she’s such’a luvverly gel’ way, nothing to do with any objectivity, misogyny, racism against the Welsh or any other way which people may find objectionable; even though she’s well worthy of all the above) flew to – Read More-
Well that’s it then. Decided. The rabble have gone, the chaff blown away in the wind, all that’s left is ‘the two’. France versus Argentina to decide the championship of the entire fucking WORLD!!! And, of course, I’d like to point out that the ‘World Cup’, unlike all American sporting competitions nominally ‘world’ this or – Read More-