I just had an innovative invitation to my mate Sizzi’s birthday ‘party’. We’re going to hook up on Zoom and watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail for his 60th celebrations. Then we’re all going to get really pissed (alone) and smash up the bathrooms (our own) in a celebration of 70s culture. I’ve got – Read More-
Joey’s working from home too. And has cleared his in-tray. Because he’s very productive and very busy. And is now brain-storming. Or weeing. Either takes serious concentration. The latter sometimes more. And working at home I dare say can be very productive. If you sit at a computer for 5 hours and… and… and do – Read More-
I love America. I guess (horrible Americanism) I always have. I fell in love with Westerns as a kid, then always wanted the ‘GI Joe’ over the British Action Man, drooled over adverts for ‘chupa chops’ in DC comics, even though I had no idea what they were and with hindsight, if they were as – Read More-
Some people (you know who you are!!!) don’t eat bread. They find it too… bread-like, too… carby, too… just too… something. These people are silly. Bread is wonderful, bread is delightful, bread is the best. And don’t get me started on what you can put in/on/around/between it. Yet there’s bread and there’s bread. Paul Hollywood – Read More-
Iss a funny ole thing, this coronavirus. It’s made me ‘preciate much more luvverly shit than wot I used ta. Cos naah the pubs ‘ave shut, I have to walk abart a bit. Somefink I’d previously avoided like the fucking plague. Ironic that, innit? Now we ‘ave a fucking plague and I’m getting all naycherred – Read More-
Here’s my day. Wake up at 11.45. Doze for another hour whilst everyone makes me tea. Read the papers. Which is basically reading about coronavirus. How many died here, there, everywhere. Looking at graphs. Lots of graphs. London rise vs Manchester. England vs Italy. Spain vs France. Deaths in Zimbabwe against cases in New York. – Read More-
So you’re walking along, all cazule like, say, Fleet Street, at about midnight. You’re in a ‘lockdown’ so shouldn’t really be out, but you’re so pissed/stoned/insane/unbalanced that you’re barely aware of any of that shit. And suddenly, you get the urge to acquire a new pair of RayBans. Even though its the dark of night. – Read More-
There’s a view of coronavirus that ain’t nice, ain’t pleasant but is definitely valid. That it is culling the weak, the infirm, the aged, the sick, from the world. Because although others are affected, by a massive margin, the ‘high risks’ count for a humongous proportion of the actual deaths. Which is why there are – Read More-
Do you remember when we had ‘days’? Those things that, sort of held a significance of their own. Bridge on Wednesdays, tennis on Saturdays, chopped liver on Fridays, Lila on Thursdays… Now we just have… days. All the same. As different as you want to make them. Within constraints. Mainly, you can’t go anywhere, do – Read More-
Carlsberg don’t make really annoying things. But if they did they’d make a leaf-blower. Those devil-inspired peace-disturbing muthafuckas that fire up at exactly 1 second past 8 o’clock, the time her majesty’s government allows such an awful fucking din to commence and upset the entire neighbourhood. As 57 gardeners stand there with their hands on – Read More-