Now this is funny. In a rather ‘odd’, even macabre way. But we all look for patterns in life. Particularly in tragedy. I don’t know why, they’re not particularly comforting, but we do. Its the human condition. One of them, anyway. So Amy Winehouse died at 27. As did; Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Kurt Kobaine, – Read More-
What day was it yesterday? Must have been a Saturday because there was a full fixture list playing. But if it was Saturday why was I working? And because of that, Spurs lost. Because I didn’t have the time to agonise, analyse and consider all the possible implications and ramifications and potential consequences of the – Read More-
I love a good strike. No, really, its one of my favourite things. Dummett’s last minute strike last night against Manchester United was a thing of beauty, a thing of glory, a thing of wonder. Especially as it kept United well below Spurs in the table. And added yet more misery to the Old Trafforders – Read More-
I’m really not a technophobe. I hate most of it, granted, won’t use Facebook, never had a twitter, resist downloading apps until I’m physically forced to at gunpoint and generally view ‘change’ as a bad thing. Not ‘changes’; that was a great song by Bowie… ahhhhhhh. But change; bad thing. So why do I need – Read More-
David Bowie is dead. And this is not like ‘Ziggy Stardust is dead’ or ‘Aladdin Sane is dead’, this is for real and permanent and forever. Yet when celebrities die, its different from when, like, Uncle Morty dies. You don’t know them. You don’t speak to them. You’ve never met them, other than perhaps some – Read More-
Wow! That’s all you can say about Star Wars, part 14, The Empire… becomes empirical? Eats people?? Does something dastardly against furry creatures??? Whatever they call it, the latest Star Wars movie is simply brilliant. I loved it. I lived it. I hadn’t been in an x-fighter jet since 1973 but, like riding a bike – Read More-
So as the honeymoon begins for Johnny and Tali today, the honeymoon for the weather here in Israel changes. Yesterday it was Mediterranean spring, today its Midwest Hurricane. Wet, dark and really really windy. But heh, we never expected summer here; not in Jan, and other than yesterday morning, we didn’t get it. Thus we’re – Read More-
So we flew once more. Arrived at Ben Gurion airport, ran out, grabbed the car (in reality this took an incredibly impatient and frustrating 40 minutes, for a car pre-booked and arranged) drove into Tel Aviv (20 minutes on a good night) and arrived at the restaurant for the ‘pre-wedding; friends-from-over-somewheres dinner’ just an hour – Read More-
So we arrived back this morning. Landed 6am. At (fucking) Gatwick. An airport designed to be as inconvenient and inaccessible as possible for me. There’s no easy way to get there; there’s no quick way to get there. There’s not even a relatively shitty way to get there. But heh? Small (ish) price to pay – Read More-
We’re in Negril, Jamaica. In a place called ‘7 mile beach’. I really don’t have to explain why its called that. If we walk 5 miles along the beach, we’re in Negril. Big town. 34 people live there. But its not about the town (which is why we haven’t bothered going there), its about the – Read More-