Nero played fiddle whilst Rome burned, I played bridge when Wales crashed. Out of the Euros. Tuesday night. Missed the match. Saw the rather depressing goals (has there ever been a better headed goal than that? Everrrr???) but my life was in the realm of 2 Hearts rather than 2-nil. Earlier that very same Tuesday – Read More-
I haven’t finished the Chilcot Report yet. I’ve read 386 words, just 2,672,481 left then I’ll know everything there is to know about the Iraq war and Britain’s part in it. Oh, except what really was going through Tony Blair’s mind at the time which no-one but TB will ever really know. And as its – Read More-
So now we’ve left Europe, we can no longer dress like Europeans. It’ll be law soon so might as well get the jump. Or the jumper. Cos they’ll be back, big time. Sweaters are gone, jumpers are back. We just need to start the process of dissociating ourselves from European stuff. I’ve already got rid – Read More-
You know what its like. You’re driving round the M25, singing away to ‘Islands in the Stream’ or showing Adele how ‘someone like you’ really should be done justice to, and you get to the end of the apple you’re eating. Do you: a. put the core into a specially designed glove-box-composter you had made – Read More-
We have three shows currently ongoing in the world. We have Wimbledon, which is not only the best tennis tournament of the year by simply miles and miles, but also the only one I ever watch. I can’t get my head round blue tennis courts on the tv. And even though I play my own – Read More-
I have a tendency to channel flick. I am man therefore I flick. Rene Descartes said that before they even had Sky. And what I’m really looking for is ‘comfort tv’. Just 10 minutes of something I know and love. And my defaults are Kill Bill (yes, very comforting, in a very bloody way), A – Read More-
Let me just get this straight: we’re out of Europe but we’re still in Great Britain. Aren’t we? Scotland want to leave GB now we’re out of EU. Wales likes GB but hates both EU and needless acronyms. The Northern Irish simply don’t count. Not in the big debates. So when Andy Murray wins at – Read More-
At what level does doing something bad become doing something good? A little philosophical conundrum for a Friday. We all like that (??) Do we torture terrorists to get information that could prevent hundreds of innocent people being murdered? Do we engage in wars in which the ‘good guys’ bomb entire fucking cities to the – Read More-
So there we all were, revering the Icelandics, loving those Icelanders, admiring those Icelandishers for being such a sweet, itty-bitty ickle nation, ahhhhhhhh. And that they’re all great and underdogs and blond and eat rotten herrings that have laid (dead) in the sun for about 4 months, and all good thoughts like that. Icelanders? Love – Read More-
Twice in a week. How is it possible? Leaving Europe, that is. Once is short-sighted, shameful and stupid, but twice?? The first time was about politics, the economy, our prosperity and the future of our entire nation. But last night it was really important. It was football. And we’re out. Coming home. Disgraced. Its not – Read More-