So fickle Dutch fucker, Louis Van Gaal, is ‘all set to be new Manchester United manager’. Well may The Lord have mercy on him. And by ‘the Lord’, I mean Wayne Rooney here, there least likely ‘lord’ of all. Because the scummy Scouse striker and sometime granny-shagger has as good as admitted that he and – Read More-
What’s the hardest job in the world? Manager of Manchester United? Culture Minister for Australia?? Head of tourism in Syria? PR agent for traffic wardens? Chief of morality at Chelsea Football Club?? What is it? How about the job of making people think that Ed Milliband isn’t weird? Wow. That’s hard. And that’s the undertaking – Read More-
Japanese women live longer than all others. Fact. Scientists proved it. By, errr, counting how long they live. Probably. And they live longer than British women and even longer than the Italians, who are, apparently, ‘famously healthy’. Maybe its to do with bound feet. Cutting off circulation at the ankles thus improving blood supply to – Read More-
Society is changing. In fact its always changing, evolving, modifying, improving(??), adjusting, progressing. One way or another. Its just a form of evolution, without the reproduction. Good things get kept and passed along to future generations, bad things fall by the wayside, become extinct. Like wearing top hats. Like giving up your seat on the – Read More-
I don’t think the late, great Kurt Cobain, when he penned those words, had in mind the current culture of sacking football managers, but its nonetheless rather appropriate. In fact I don’t think Kurt had ever heard of David Moyes at the time he wrote Smells Like Teen Spirit. I don’t think anyone knew who – Read More-
How nice to have a long weekend. How lovely to know that the world (well, round here anyway) has officially stopped for 4 days to rest, relax, recuperate and re-incarnate. I passed on the latter. In fact I passed over on the latter, but that’s another story. This is how my 4 days of rest – Read More-
Its rather ironic, possibly even a tad moronic, that I absolutely haaaaated English at school. Despised it. All that riy-tin they made you do, couldn’t bare it. Wouldn’t want to be writing all the time, would I? And readin’. Who needs it? I didn’t voluntarily pick up my first book to read until I was – Read More-
I love this time of the football season. Its the sharp end. The business end. The time when aspiration becomes either realisation (Liverpool) or constipation (Spurs); when promise becomes delivered or reduced to more lies; when real men stand and get counted, and the preening overpaid ponces wither on the vine of also-ran-dom. So yesterday, – Read More-
Tomorrow night Fargo is on tv. Not the movie, but a new, 10-part tv series. How do they do that? Why do they do that? Why take one of the most perfect movies ever made and ‘adapt’ it; re-work it, modify it, extend it, re-do and add bits on? Oh, for money, of course. Like – Read More-
What: you can’t read Russian? Or is it Ukrainian?? Is there a difference? Anyway, let me help you with the translation. What this little leaflet says is: “Dear citizens of the lovely city of Donetsk; we hope you’re having a nice day and supporting the Russian cause by shooting any pro-Ukranians you can find and – Read More-