I’m preparing for COP26. It’s the climate conference in Glasgow, next week. Even though it sounds like a neo-nazi organisation. Which perhaps is nearer to the truth by accident, as Climateers (as I’ll call them just to spare saying ‘climate change obsessives’ all the time) are generally the most nasty, intolerant, dogmatic, undemocratic bunch around. – Read More-
The good thing about football (when your team is SHITE! and causes mental health issues and induces vomiting) is that when it all goes wrong, you can spend your days just slagging off other people’s teams. And its called ‘constructive criticism’ and its not only allowed but they let the ‘professional pundits’ do it, professionally, – Read More-
Taking the knee is a bit like Covid. Everyone’s bored with it but its still very valid and exceptionally serious. But there are many people opposed to it. NOT racists. Some are black people, who just feel it is inappropriate or a wasted symbolic gesture or many other reasons that they are allowed to hold – Read More-
Looking for new cars is much better fun than owning new cars, buying new cars, selling… errrr… not quite so new cars. It’s great. Particularly as we swim around aimlessly in the growing pool which is the ‘electric car world’. You learn as you progress. It’s a curve. And this is what we’ve learned today: – Read More-
We’re going to buy an electric car. No idea which one (THEY ALL LOOK THE FARKIN SAME) but that time has arrived. Mel wants a new car and in line with the zeitgeist it would be almost unthinkable for ‘her’ to buy the new Dodge Challenger re-do with a 6.2 litre supercharged engine delivering over – Read More-
This is not a gloaty story. Though I reserve that right. Its my fucking story. This is not to say how wonderful Tottenham Hotspur football club is. Even though they were on Sunday. This is just… just… well, as depicted above, just a salient lesson in how football can reduce joy and optimism to sorrow – Read More-
There is palpable relief in the entire Newcastle region. The owner of their beloved football club, the fat, obnoxious, Cockney, wide-boy (ticks every box for meanings of that phrase), has sold the club to its new owners. The Geordies hated Mike Ashley and, pretty much, everything he stood for. But mainly, they resented his constant – Read More-
There’s a wonderful documentary on Sky Arts about Roxy Music. The band. Bryan Ferry. That lot. Wonderful if you loved them, as I did, load’a shit if you didn’t. Which many didn’t. Like my brother. Hard rocker that he was, heavy metal to his very core, he poo-pooed anyone who wore anything other than black – Read More-
Have you ever wondered about slugs? Those totally revolting little creatures, snails without shells, that slither in a trail of their own slime across paths in search of your bedding plants which they fucking ruin by eating themselves sick on them. This year has been a bumper year for slugs, for some reason, God moving – Read More-
So yesterday ended brilliantly, with the petrol flowing like wine, like asses milk, like golden honey, into the cars. Preceded by Miele-gate. Mel’s absolute best friend in the whole world was broken. I could be her bff, possibly her identical twin sister to whom she speaks 14 times each day. But no. Her washing machine – Read More-