Well the good news is, the strike’s off. Hooray, the tube shall run and God (Bob Crow) saw that it was a good thing and it came to pass. Though what I reckon actually happened was the they all bottled out and wimped off like a bunch of (Milwall-supporting) little girls. This current argument is – Read More-
There are only so many ways to become a football commentator or pundit. You can be a famous player with a skinful of trophies and a deep understanding of the game. Like Gary Neville. You can be a famous player with no understanding at all of the game. Like Alan Shearer. You can be a – Read More-
Who was it said that children should be thrashed hard and often? I can’t remember, and neither can google, so perhaps it was me who coined that phrase in response to my own nightmarish offsrproglets. Bless them. Well its the same with football teams. Spurs are indeed thrashed hard and often but despite the logic – Read More-
Call me perverse but I love it where the old world meets the new and causes ructions. I like it when value systems clash and no-one really knows what to do about it. Because its like rugby; these are the ‘breakdowns’ and its where it all gets interesting. Princess Dutchess Middleton Catherine of Cambridgia is – Read More-
I’m a hugger. Always have been. Probably a deep-seated insecurity thing, but I hug. Men, women, girls and boys, I hug. Unconditionally. Especially women. But I generally don’t ‘cop a feel’ unless I can get away with it, or I’m paying good money for it. And as most of the men I hug are old – Read More-
For a nation fairly obsessed with weather, we don’t do it very well. Any slight change in norms or expectations seems to cause havoc, chaos and disruptions to the entire country. The trains stop, the roads break, the valleys flood, the snow is the wrong kind, everything seems to have a rather profound effect. I’ve – Read More-
When is London not the absolute and total best city the world has ever known? When there’s a tube strike, of course. So today, and tomorrow, and probably some kind of knock-on to Friday, the tube workers are on strike. Led by the ever moderate, very photogenic, awfully pleasant, Bob Crowe. The leader of their – Read More-
At the end of the match last night, as the Manchester City players sulked disconsolately round the Etihad offering cursory, miserable handshakes to the Chelsea players and each other, their rivals were bounding around in glee. Chelsea had won. Against all odds. They had defeated the previously invincible, they had felled the mighty, they had – Read More-
Yep, and I have been. Give a daughter a set of beard trimmers and a head and she’ll have it shawn within 10 minutes. So why spend 85 quid and three hours having some cross-dressing nancy-boy called ‘Tarquin’ prance around cutting one hair at a time and making a production number out of it when – Read More-
…about Scarlett. Yeah, she’s gorgeous to the point of near-impossibility, she’s divine, delightful, de-lovely and built like the collective fantasy collaboration from a million wet dreams. But that’s not why we’re here. No, not today. Today we’re not drooling and lusting, that’s for tomorrow. Today its serious. Our Scarlett (all men ‘own’ her; she’s said – Read More-