Sometimes you have too much time on your hands. Bank holiday weekend, lovely sunny day, ahhhhhh. So yesterday I played tennis; oh what a joy, then after lunch mowed the lawn, walked over to Kenwood to get ice creams (about an hour, round trip) but there were about 200 people there with kind’a the same – Read More-
Why the fuck would anyone ever support a football team? It simply makes no sense whatsoever. Its a one-way deal; you give everything to the club and they give nothing back in return. Nothing. No joy, no happiness, no pleasure, nothing. In exchange for all that misery you just pay them a vast fortune each – Read More-
Its that old ‘judging books by covers’ thing all over again. Rolph Harris is arrested for alleged crimes and I thought, ‘no way’, not Rolph, he’s a nice guy who would never abuse his didgereedoo, nor anyone else’s. His only real crime was ‘Two Little Boys’ and if you could be punished for awful songs – Read More-
Poor Nigel Farage was ‘egged’ yesterday in Nottingham. Poor man had a life and death experience with a chicken embryo and the embryo won as Nigel, having just got out of his car, jumped straight back in and was driven off. To the pub. Of course to the pub. Where else does he ever go? – Read More-
Sex tapes: wonderful memory of private and beautiful deeply personal intimacy shared? or a porn film with extra beer belly and cellulite that only lasts 2 minutes, 14 seconds and contains the essential words “oh bollocks, Harry, I got pins’n’needles in me frikking foot again”?? Social philosophers may ponder the reasons, the purpose and effects – Read More-
I had an interesting conversation with Aussie Johnno last year as we traipsed round Ayers Rock together, all 12k of it, in about 45 degree heat. Maybe it was the excessive temperature doing funny things to his brain. But he always likes to be contrary, and always believes that there’s a solution to every problem, – Read More-
I don’t do Breakfast tv. Just wouldn’t ever think to turn on the tv in the morning. Mornings are for lying inert in bed trying to force myself to get to the shower. They’re for quiet. Peace. Gentle. Introspection. Thinking about how best not to get out of bed. They’re not for talking, not for – Read More-
Well this is exiting. This is cool. Just when you thought the season was over, that Liverpool had won the league (and if they don’t there will probably be several public inquiries, then several more and we’ll all have to wear black armbands for the next 25 years) up trot no-chance-Chelsea and bust it all – Read More-
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-