The BBC is today publishing its accounts. And for the first time it has to include the actual salaries of its ‘stars’. Anyone earning more than 150 grand a year has to be named. And shamed!! Though earning lots of money is not really much of a shame, in the normal sense. But the BBC – Read More-
The biggest killer in the world today is dementia. You’d think it was Assad, ISIS, moped-riding stabbers, but you’d be wrong. Dementia. And the best way to avoid it is to eat. Ok, I’m listening now. And salivating. Going to McDonalds to ‘eat my way out of mental disease’. Make that 3 Big Macs and – Read More-
Its all about ‘quality. Innit. As in ‘equality’ but pronounced in a more East Luunduun, or Sarf Luunduun, or even west Essex kind’a way. And there’s nothing wrong with equality. The director general of the CBI is a woman. The head of the Metropolitan Police is a woman. The Prime Minister is mostly a woman. – Read More-
Spoke to a friend this morning on the way to tennis. She went yesterday to Chichester to see Fidler on the Roof. Starring Omid Djalili as Tevya. And I thought; that is the real beauty of the much-abused term ‘multi-culturalism’. A Christian Iranian comedian playing a Polish Chassidic Jewish milkman. And apparently, quite brilliantly. Mel – Read More-
Someone decided to rank the 10 best dressed women tennis players. Oh my. What were they thinking? You might as well rape them as rank them on appearance. Sexism, chauvinism, anti-feminist disgustingism. Who did that? ‘Loaded’ magazine? ‘Neanderthal weekly’? Penthouse? No, it was actually the Women’s official Lawn Tennis association wot done it. What at – Read More-
I’m just reading a book by Robert Harris. He’s a writer. Likes a historical novel. He’s written about the Nazis, he’s written about Tony Blair and he’s written about the Romans. Loads of books about the Romans, starting with Pompeii. They’re great. Not because of the history of the events but because of the picture – Read More-
I love Wimbledon. Don’t know if I’ve mentioned that. And watching it on tv is a constant reminder of why I love the BBC. No adverts. Just tennis, pundits, more tennis, more tennis. No power drink adverts, no on-line gambling (its SOOOOOO easy; just nick mum’s credit card and you’re OFF!!!!), no feminine hygiene products, – Read More-
I’m normally very cynical and skeptical about scientific research. Not all of it, obviously. When they make cars go faster, that’s brilliant. New drugs, either for heart failure or for ‘recreational’, fantastic. I’m cynical because there seems to be so much research (a good thing, so you’d think) about such a load of bollocks (a – Read More-
How tragic it seems that on the very day the town of Mosul is finally freed from the dark and tortuous clutches of ISIS, another terrorist group announces its evil intentions to the world. Not that the ISIS story is in any way over, because the seed, the poison, the evil and murderous ideology is – Read More-
After the rugby yesterday, I played tennis with the younger daughter. Nothing unusual about that except we were brilliant. And normally… one of us, sometimes isn’t. But yesterday, in the searing heat and horrible humidity, sheer brilliance. And then I watched Roger Federer. He’s 83 years old (so you’d believe if you listened to the – Read More-