I’m an Essex boy. Well, I moved there (probably in fact ‘was moved’) when I was 1. From da East End. In those days the East End was the domain of the Krays, of everything dodgy, of slums and workhouses (ok, bit Dickensian but I’m allowed to exaggerate for effect). Nowadays the East End is – Read More-
Football’s back on again. It stopped. In May. I hated that. Now its on again, and that marks the end of the 10 WEEKS OF HELL!!! which is now over for another year. So on the first weekend, the ‘big teams’ get staggered over the whole weekend. To maximise tv potential. And the ‘top 4’, – Read More-
There’s a new byword in Westminster. A trump card. The ‘joker’. To be deployed by anyone reaching any kind of sticky situation, anyone ‘cornered’, anyone running out of cogent, logical argument. Just throw in the ‘DEMOCRATIC’ card and it reduces the opponents to mere dust. It’s like the smart button on a video game. When – Read More-
It was 50 years ago (yes-)today Sergeant Pepper sold his soul to lay The roots for all that afterwards came Even though most of it was pretty lame So even though I’m not for bossing I’m gonna curse you with a fucking zebra crossing (Altogether!) Sergeant Pepper’s lonely hearts club ba-a-a-and, Trumpets, etc., etc., etc… – Read More-
Ok, so what happens is: I write whatever, I’m in a rush, I don’t read it through, edit, correct, because that’s all pretentious bollocks. But then I read later and sometimes feel I’ve missed something. Like today. And its this: The Spurs fans embracing the ‘yid’ word was perhaps the first manifestation of something quite – Read More-
Tottenham Hotspur Football Club (may the Lord bless them, keep them holy and healthy and bestow magical, mystical properties of wonder and awe upon them) have sent out a survey to all of its 150,000 members. Asking their opinions of the persistent use of ‘the Y word’ by Spurs fans. Because Spurs fans are known – Read More-
As a football club Manchester United are just about as big as you can get. As successful, glamorous, rich, high profile and international as any team in the world. I’ve travelled to lots of seriously far-flung places and seen locals, not tourists, wearing the red shirt. Blind adherence to a fairly meaningless, far-distant concept embodied – Read More-
What’s French for ‘baguette’? I don’t know neither. Not that good at languages. Only Inglish. Fucking great at that I is. The rest? Don’t care. Don’t need ‘em. Cos really, Inglish is the only language you ever need, even when traveling the world. That and a bit of French- mime. I find that if you – Read More-
It begins. After so long. The wait is over. The wilderness weeks of some golfer hitting a ball into a forest, of women’s netball, of trying to get really exited because Lewis Hamilton drove round a corner really really fast, of even being reduced to looking for cricket!!! It’s over. Today is the first day – Read More-
Birthstrikers. Ever heard of them? No, me neither, not til this morning when I learned of this ‘movement’ of couples who have decided not to bring children into a world, the future of which is tragically, ecologically, environmentally, errr… futuristically unknown. They don’t think its fair on the child to introduce it to a world – Read More-