It’s finally happened. Lionel Messi, not just the world’s best footballer (sorry, Christiano, but he really is) but possibly the best footballer EVERRRRRR, has left his home forever. Leo was ‘born’ in Barcelona. Ok, not actually delivered into this world there but we really don’t care about the messy bits. He went there when a – Read More-
When did the world become so pedantic? So obsessive? So horribly, stupidly, ridiculously petty? And nothing provokes emotions more than food. So some idiotic blogger (they’re all fuckin’ eejuts, the lotto’v ‘em) or podcaster decided that ‘enough is enough!!!’, we’re no longer going to be allowed to use the word… ‘curry’. But… but… but… curry’s – Read More-
So I’m obsessed. Addicted. Devoted. The Olympics, which never excite me any more than new electric car charging points at Arsenal’s stadium, simply take over my life once they start. I don’t watch it, but then see some on the news. And then see more in hilights programs which just come on. And then it – Read More-
So I’m happy to reduce my carbon footprint. I haven’t been on a plane for 19 months. Because of my respect for Greta Thundberg. Oh, ok, there’s a covid factor in there but my adherence to every syllable the horrible Swedish schoolgirl mumbles remains absolute. I only drive a petrol car any time I want – Read More-
I’m a total devotee of token gesturism, much as I love a bit of hypocrisy, get high on stupidity and as for boycotts? Love ‘em to bits. My shelves are now totally empty of clothes, food, even toilet rolls. I’ve boycotted everybody and I’m sure they’re all regretting their actions now!! Bastard fascists, imperialists, child-labour-hirers, – Read More-
Even in the 1960s there were rules. Of sorts. There was a new morality, which was to some extent a vast immorality as ‘free love’ (read: free sex) became the slogan of the era. Now you always have to pay for love. One way or another. I’ve been watching the Eric Clapton rockumentary. It’s brilliant. – Read More-
After a couple of weeks of the Olympics, you kind of get used to everyone you look at being lean, fit, muscular, possibly tattooed, with a major league 6-pack, thighs of steel and a BMI of 24. It’s like watching Love Island with IQs. And then come certain sports which make you realise that not – Read More-
Here I am, back from my break. Mental health never better, I feel like a totally new aardvark. Full of health and sniffing round for ants. Well, its a cure of sorts, nothing’s perfect. Not even the three-headed angel which has followed me since my cure. And the Olympics rolls on even without Simone Biles – Read More-
I’ve decided to take a break from writing andysglasses to prioritise my mental health. Which, you will have noticed whilst reading these postings, has been degenerating rapidly and catasrophically since… well, since I started posting them really. But its reached the point where it can no longer be ignored. The pressure of… the anxiety due – Read More-
The government is changing the rules about seat belts and the not wearing thereof. They’re going to change the current fine to a bigger fine and 3 points on your driving licence. And that seems so… so 1984 compared to somewhat bigger motoring problems. Who doesn’t wear a seat belt? Do we then care that – Read More-