I have a bath every Sunday morning. That’s the most interesting thing you’ll read today, I’m sure. But I have a bath because I need to ease the aches, pains and stresses that I inflicted yesterday on the tennis court, so that I can do the same today. I don’t do aromatherapy fucking oils, honest. – Read More-
We love a public inquiry round my way. Its almost England’s biggest industry. We’ve had 3 into the Hillsborough disaster, the last finishing just a few months ago, 30 years after the event. Made a lot of people feel better. Though failed to bring any of the 98 dead back to life. Even lawyers have – Read More-
My route home from work never changes. I am commuter ergo I don’t think. Don’t have to. I’m Reggie Perrin. I have a pattern. It never changes. Other than when London Transport deem changes must occur. And then I hate them for the ‘disruption’. To my schedule. To my routine. A couple of decades ago – Read More-
It seems that every day I read in the papers how there’s not enough sex going on in the world. Odd that the world population is rising but maybe that’s some form of immaculate conceiving going on, or test tube babies being manufactured in China. Always China. Everything’s made there. Twenty-somethings bemoan their lot. “I – Read More-
I really couldn’t care less if David Cameron wants to give a knighthood to the Lithuanian refugee who washed his ministerial car every thursday. The man did a good job, the car was always shiny. Arise Sir Herkus. And Samantha always looked lovely. Shiny hair, polished nails, lovely dresses. Which totally justifies giving out OBEs – Read More-
When you’re in a hole; stop digging. Sound advice. Heeded by all men (and that’s the inclusive use of ‘men’, not the sexist one, it includes anyone who has a pair of testicles). But no-one ever told Donald Trump. And if they had he wouldn’t have listened. Or, he’d have listened, but only after digging – Read More-
Must have been about 12 years ago. We were on holiday that summer in Florida; and we went out for dinner. Which is the same as going out for dinner anywhere else in the world, except much earlier. You eat by 5 because last orders are at 6 and the places closes at 7. Seems – Read More-
Happy Anniversary to the England World Cup winning team of 1966. 50 years ago yesterday. Or, as someone else said to me yesterday: we’re celebrating the fact that we have won nothing for 50 years. Glass half full, half empty, ya take your choice. But I read a fact today that is much more telling. – Read More-
Nuclear power is the thing. A big thing. A powerful thing. Unquestionably the thing of the future. Coal runs out and makes a mess. Gas runs out, eventually, and is carbon-unfriendly. The sun don’t shine enough to be viable and windfarms are all well and good but simply don’t produce sufficient power for half time – Read More-
Two weeks tomorrow the new football season starts. Wow. Where’d the summer go? As usual, in a continual saga of clouds, sharp showers (they only became ‘sharp’ in 2014 and haven’t blunted yet) with the odd day yielding 32 degrees and 800% humidity. The perfect day for tube travel. Never mind, football, our ‘winter game’ – Read More-