Went out last night, round to some friends; he’s a Newcastle fan in fact, so we didn’t speak about football. Its too sore for him, too depressing for me. But before we left, I caught just a little of the Arsenal match. Sunderland at the Emirates, fighting for their very existence. And doing it pretty – Read More-
Its the Cannes film festival. Over in… errr… well, Cannes, probably. They didn’t invite me. But its great to see what movies are soon to be coming to cinemas here. In a few years time, no doubt, when everyone else in the world has already bought the dvd off Amazon in a $2 sale. But – Read More-
Some Qatari sheikh geezer has bought himself a house in London. Just what we need, another home that is empty for 51 weeks a year. Only to be occupied when Son-of-Sheikh comes over in August with his gold Bugatti Veyron and Diamond-studded La Ferrari to race them round Harrods every night, upsetting the neighbours and – Read More-
This is a big moment for the Labour Party. The election of its new leader is a fraught and complex matter. Mainly because it decides the direction the party will take over the next 5 years to the next election. The Labour Party that got royally shafted, against all expectations, in the election last week, – Read More-
Goodbye Stevie Geeeee, though I never, knew you at all, you had blah, blah, blah, blah… yeah, what-eveeeeer. Steven Gerrard has played his last home game for Liverpool. Yesterday the fans sober enough to still be awake at the end of the match, or who hadn’t walked out in protest at being beaten 3-1 by – Read More-
We need to talk about Chuka. He has withdrawn from the Labour party leadership race. And I don’t mean ‘race’ in any bad way. But this is the oddest thing in British politics since Ed Balls became Shadow Chancellor. In fact this makes even less sense that appointing a man who can barely count to – Read More-
I love the summer. Its sunny. Sometimes. Its tennis season. Though I play all year, in the rain, the ice, the snow, hence the ice-pack around my ankle this and every morning currently. People are generally happier in the summer. Ok, not Ed Miliband, probably not Queens Park Rangers fans and people who burn easily. – Read More-
They’ve made Prince Charles’ letters public. They should make mine public. Though they’d kind’a look a bit “… and how dare you ****** do that with a ***** ***** aardvark you ****** ****** ****** piece of ******…” to make them fit for public consumption. And they’d lose context. But its a good thing to let – Read More-
Well, not so much ‘life’ as ‘football’ (as if there’s a difference). Why do we go, why do we watch, why do we agonise over the results, the scores, the league tables, the cups, about our own team and everyone else’s? Why does it bother us that Chelsea win the league but thrills us when – Read More-
In 2010, just after Gordon Brown lost the previous general election, the Labour party held its leadership competition. Andy Burnham did ok in the bikini section but his ‘personal skill’ in pretending to be a Thunderbird puppet, although very realistic, was dreadfully dull. Ed Miliband’s Wallace and Gromit act stole the show, despite Ed stumbling – Read More-