I’d like to sum up these last 8 days of football with one word: FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!! (said in a protracted scream) Though on careful review of the circumstances, and the manner of our not 1, not 2 but 3 defeats, and adding in the quality of the teams we were playing, making allowances for the ambient – Read More-
You know the situation; the ref gives a decision, maybe a foul that was dubious, maybe a penalty that’s controversial, maybe a yellow card that really could have been red. But his decision is made. And generally it is final. But into his face step the entire offended team, sometimes both teams, always Chelsea, and – Read More-
‘Experts’ are those same bastard dorks who tell us to drink wine one minute and that you’ll die from seven different cancers if you do in the next minute; the ones who advocate no sugar, then heaps of sugar, then no proteins, followed by ‘proteins are the food of life’. You know, the ever-changing merry-go-round – Read More-
Barcelona is moving. All of it. To Chelmsford. Ok, I read that wrongly. Barcelona football club are rebuilding their stadium, the Camp Nou. Which loosely translates from the ancient Catalan dialect as ‘you’re very likely going to lose here’. Already the largest football-only stadium in the world, they want it bigger, better, nicer, more Barcelona-ish. – Read More-
Interesting experience the other night. I went to see ‘Warhorse’. Oh, I hear you enquire, the play? Or the movie?? Well that’s an interesting question… what did I see… I saw the plovie. Or the plilm. Maybe the Flay. The play was on at the National and they had a live link to various cinemas – Read More-
…lend me your ears. I come to praise Bob, not to bury him. The evil that men do lives after them… Ever since Mark Anthony made that speech it has become the benchmark for eulogies. Particularly hypocritical ones made by 2-faced bastards who never had a good thing to say about someone until they die – Read More-
Charles Darwin. What a tosser, eh? Bloody twit. Didn’t know nuffink about nuffink. Because some bird in Australia found that female birds sing as well as male birds. And I’m not talking about Beyonce here, nor Rhianna. Real ‘birds’, lesser-spotted thingumies and red-throated whatevers. Can you bloody adam’n’eve it? Who’d’a thought?? In his seminal work, – Read More-
Poor Uncle Cyril. One day he was right as ninepence, the next he took ill and a day later he died. He was 82 and ka-boom. Such is life, such is death. For those left behind, it was sudden, unprepared for, shocking. As my father (his older brother) said, when I told him: ‘great way – Read More-
what a great headline that is. Apropos of nothing, but I’ll save it for use in the not too distant future. And although Crimea specifically, Ukraine generally and Russia horribly is on our minds and in our thoughts, there is simply too much amazing sport this weekend to expend too much mental energy on mere – Read More-
In the 60s there was a tv show called ‘Dixon of Dock Green’. Arguably the first ever ‘cop show’ on’t telly. This was no Starsky and Hutch, this fell way short of CSI, lacked the legal intrigues of Homicide and the fly-on-the-wall gritty feel of Hill Street Blues. In fact, I think it safe to – Read More-