If you were around in the 1970s, you’ll remember it was ‘sit-com’ ground zero for British humour. Loads of sit-coms; they just ‘exploded’ into life, like the Cambrian Explosion, when millions of diverse life-forms just ‘appeared’ on the planet. So with comedy shows. Some were brilliant. Like Steptoe & Son. Some were abysmal. Like On – Read More-
I’m thinking that City Airport is my absolute favourite airport in the whole world. But is having a ‘favourite airport’ a bit like having a favourite ‘incurable disease’? Or a favourite ‘London football club which isn’t Spurs’. A favourite poem by Chaucer? Because let’s face it; although we all need airports, they are fucking horrible – Read More-
Gianni Infantino, football’s favourite slap-head, was called in to run football’s over-ruling international body, FIFA, because his predecessor, Sepp Blatter, was a corrupt and self-serving nest-featherer who spent his time as boss in running the biggest gravy train in sport. And unlike other trains, it always ran on time. Blatter worked out that of the – Read More-
Italians were put here, as a nation, for aesthetic purposes only. They look good. Some of them, really good. A few, breathtakingly good. But that’s ‘form’. As for function, Italy is fairly useless. Always has been. Shops close up so they can rest or fornicate in the afternoons, factories close for 6 weeks every summer, – Read More-
So here we are. In Florence. Italy, innit. In fact, at one time it was the capital of Italy. Not for very long, obviously; how long does it take to piss off a bunch’a Romans. But it was rich and powerful and it had full sponsorship. From the Medici family. We all need sponsors and – Read More-
Remember that dance track by Haddaway; ‘what is love?’ Well, I’ve been thinking lately about that most over-used, much-abused and completely ambiguous and unhelpful word: ‘love’. What is ‘love’?? When did it change from being an absolute and complex set of emotions for another person for whom you would die; to “I love cheese and – Read More-
Apparently, Andy Burnham’s form of… I’ll call it ‘neo-socialism’ because he’s implicitly opposed to the ‘neo-Liberalism’ of the last 27 governments, is a singularly 1970s concept. So everyone keeps saying. And to be honest, I’d be happy reliving the 1970s which, as they always say, is the decade which, if you remember it, you weren’t – Read More-
We have a new Prime Minister!!! Our 7th in 10 years. Possibly 6th but quite frankly I’ve lost count. But this one is ‘different’. He told us yesterday. He’s going to do ‘change’. They all say that, it’s the standard first speech from outside Number 10. And it generally means we are exchanging one clueless – Read More-
So its ended. The World Cup. Seems like it was with us foreverrrrrr! And now there’s a massive void in my life. Massive. And for 4 weeks it won’t be filled. They’ve all come home. But ‘it’ hasn’t. Unless your Spanish, then ‘it’ has. This weekend we were blessed with two games. Which, I think – Read More-
Manchesterism sounds more like a disease than a political and economic philosophy. It sounds like the condition when you wake up one day talking like Liam Gallagher, drinking pints of warm beer and supporting your ‘local’ football team, which happens to be owned and run by an Emirate. There is no known cure, but euthanasia – Read More-