That’s Jesus. Christ the Redeemer as its known locally. And it is truly magnificent. I’m not a particularly religious man, certainly not big on Christianity and not too sure about worshipping graven images. Though it must be said, people don’t come to visit Christ the Redeemer to worship. They visit to take selfies. That’s the – Read More-
Chelsea suffered the abject humiliation and dire, almost-unheard-of misery yesterday of actually not winning a match. What a fucking tragedy. How shameful. Can they ever hold their gelled-up heads up again in decent company? Not that Chelsea players would mix with decent company. And so unaccustomed are the boys in blue to such failings that – Read More-
There’s only two basic options for tennis on Sunday mornings at this time of year. Icy or wet. Neither of which is what can be considered ‘ideal’ playing conditions, neither would entice the Federers and the Murrays onto the court; they’d either play on their indoor court or have someone else play for them. A – Read More-
To eat meat or not to eat meat, that seems to be the constant question. Though not necessarily at this rather excessive time of year, but a very valid question for January. When we (should) consider such moral quandaries and dilemmas. My relationship with animals was best summed up on a safari in South Africa – Read More-
Who needs a partridge in a pear tree?? Unless they’re holding a shotgun at the time, like Prince Edward’s son and heir, and its hunting season. For those who like semi-mouldy birds filled with lead pellets. Unlike me. I don’t like ‘game’ particularly. Much as I don’t like West Ham particularly, and they lost to – Read More-
I spent half of last night watching Mel scribbling down tips for cooking a turkey from first, Jamie Oliver’s Cockney Christmas Cooking C-C-C-programme (wasn’t called that but he does enunciate somewhat abysmally and if you don’t add the ‘cockney’ as some kind of intention then he just becomes a little street-urchin who can cook), followed – Read More-
if I sang out of tune; would you stand up and walk out on me? The wondrous Joe Cocker took those words, previously sung so… er… so… so mediocre-ly by Ringo, and elevated them to a new plane. And elevated himself to superstardom at the same time. Woodstock time. Yet more cast-iron proof that excessive – Read More-
Spurs won again. For the 3rd time 7 days. Swansea, Newcastle, Burnley; we even won a league match at home. And that never happens. Lamela scored a scorcher, starting to pay off his (outrageous) price-tag already. Its only been 18 months and that must be his third league goal. But more importantly, as the young – Read More-
“Jesus Christ!!!!” exclaimed the CEO of a massive, mulit-national retail perveyor of semi-erotic underwear, “this is Christmas, for fuck sake, it has nothing to do with Jesus Christ”. (Well, he could have done, couldn’t he? I might have made it up but I might not). What have we become? Where have we ended up? What – Read More-
The movie The Interview, written, directed and starring Seth Rogan, will doubtless be full of nob jokes, sexual innuendo, bare breasts, slapstick and probably would be quite funny. For which, in order to interpret such things, you need nothing more than ‘a sense of humour’. Which is banned in North Korea. Along with most other – Read More-