Jeremy Corbyn is a vegetarian. He would be. Tosser. Not that all vegetarians are tossers, but he undoubtedly is. He’d like to be a vegan but can’t ‘live without cheese’. British cheese, he stressed. Not to show his patriotism and brotherhood with British workers, but to show he is unquestionably a tosser. Vegetarian/vegan is like – Read More-
Do you ever wish you were something else? A footballer? An onion? An aardvark? Or perhaps, a rat. Rats get all the best drugs, long before humans do. Its always the same. Nothing short of discrimination. Just today I read in the paper that there are new drugs that will tackle disease and old-age frailty. – Read More-
Everyone knows Einstein’s equation. He probably had more than one, maybe even four, but E=MC-squared (can’t do superscripts on an i-pad) must be the most famous equation in the world. Its on t-shirts, record covers, mugs, posters, everyone knows it. But most don’t bother to understand it. President Kim (funny little fat boy in North – Read More-
Wayne Rooney is a very naughty boy. Again. But as details emerge (even though in the Mail so its not like its automatically genuine or true), it gets more and more sordid. Or, ‘better and better’ as such a thing is known among the tattling classes. Wayne was 3 times the alcohol limit when arrested – Read More-
Since the Matt Dawson story the other week; how he contracted Lime’s disease from a tick bite in a London park, there are loads of horrible tales about these horrible things emerging everywhere. There’s the tale of the woman bitten in Golders Hill Park (5 minutes away from here) who contracted Lime’s too. Not nice. – Read More-
Negotiations continue in Brussels. Or, probably, continue to stall in Brussels. Mainly because to negotiate, you have to be talking about the same thing. And currently, that ain’t happening. David Davis, who fills me with the same degree of confidence as did Norman Wisdom on an ice patch, the most on-the-ball politician since… Donald Trump, – Read More-
On Saturday night we were up in Leeds. So we had Mel’s dad (the purpose of the visit) over to the hotel for dinner. Like all hotels that are either decent or in most cases, aspire to decency, they have a posh restaurant. Which they try to get you to eat at, obviously. And as – Read More-
I’m fed up with goals in football. Fed up with the spectacular and the amazing and the concerted and the wonderful. Because they’re not currently being scored by Spurs. I have no desire to watch Manchester United score great goals, nor Chelsea, Manchester City or even Huddersfield. I can’t include Arsenal in that because they – Read More-
There are very few times in life that you can simply put your foot down and leave it there. As a driver it happens on occasion. As a husband hardly ever. But today I experienced such a moment of sublime exaltation as I pulled onto the A1 just south of Leeds. Leaving Yorkshire is always – Read More-
Did you see Gylfi Sidgurdsson’s goal last night. His first for Everton and probably the best goal he’s ever going to score for anyone. 50 yards, on the run, so much though that as he kicked the ball he fell over. Made no difference. He’d spotted the goalie a mile off his goal line and – Read More-