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-
We all know about ‘splitting the atom’, it happened a hundred years ago. In Manchester, oddly. Lot of bad things happen up there. But Ernest Rutherford ‘split an atom’ and released a shitload of energy. Later they ‘invented’ nuclear fission, yer bog-standard, chain-reaction type atom-splitting thing. It wasn’t until Robert Oppenheimer came along and turned – Read More-
I don’t do ‘yoga’. Which used to be skinny south Asian people sitting under trees cross-legged for 16 hours with their eyes closed and pinky fingers aligned to enhance the force or create a karmic orgasm or whatever the fuck they were doing it for. Now its for not-so-skinny white women and its all about – Read More-
Listen: we coped with losing the football on Saturday night; we can cope with a little snow, FFS!! We are England!!! However, once I’ve put down my 6 foot cross of St George flag, covered up my ‘BNP’ tattoos and changed out of my steel-capped Doc Martens, I realised that there may in fact be – Read More-
Oh no, its the tragedy or tragedies: England are OUT of the World Cup. Even though it was ‘coming home’ (stupid fucking expression), it has decided to stay away for another 4 years. Possibly somewhere warmer. Argentina or maybe Morocco. Hopefully not France because… well, just on principle. But not England. Won’t be coming here. – Read More-
Tonight England play France in the biggest match since matches began. Mainly because the game being played is always the most important ever because nothing in the past is relevant and even I can’t predict the future. And I’m brilliant. So why do I waste my time and efforts reading the pundits, the analysis, the – Read More-