I’ve been watching a rockumentary on BBC4, my favourite tv channel. It’s about Billy Connolly. The funniest man ever to walk this planet with a Scottish accent. No, that’s too limiting, possibly the funniest man ever. Anywhere. Any accent. The program(s) are about Billy returning to Scotland, to ‘his’ Glasgow, and relating his history. From – Read More-
Do you read the Mail on Sunday? You should do. But only if you’re very right wing (obvs) and aren’t really interested in learning stuff which could loosely be described as ‘news’, more about learning stuff which is sort of ‘reactionary rubbish’. Which is why I will NOT cancel my subscription. It is funnier than – Read More-
Just when you thought it had all finished, there’s always time to squeeze in some extra ‘Brexit bollocks’ for extra fun. It’s done. It’s dusted. We’re leaving. So we need, apparently, to ‘celebrate’ this ‘wonderful’ event. Which 48% of the population never wanted. Maybe its to strengthen the positives of the whole Brexit mess and – Read More-
Someone sent me this photo, lovely shot of a Berlin morning. Gorgeous sky, the iconic TV tower (everything in Berlin is ‘iconic’, got more icons than Vatican City), and some gel in the most un-vegan attire imaginable. Who looks familiar. Hmmmm. Holy shit! That’s my daughter!!! The one who ran away to Berlin 2 years – Read More-
The current pope is a bit of a ‘rebel’. All terms being relative. He’s considering lifting the celibacy laws for priests. Which, as considerations go, is (no pun here) fucking humongous! Because its always been a given that priests of a Catholic flavour be celibate. At least outwardly. But in South America their church simply – Read More-
My life changed when Peter Cook and Dudley Moore invented shower gel. It was nineteen seventy-something and they introduced the ‘green bat’ hanging in the bathroom. And why was it special? Why was it so revolutionary? Because it hung upside down. Like a bat. So it didn’t need a shelf, it didn’t need a receptacle, – Read More-
About 20 years ago I won second prize in a short story competition. Won a fiver. Was hardly the Booker. My story was called ‘The last God’ and it was a ‘Noir’ type detective story, all Mickey Spillane and smouldering babes in pencil skirts and chain-smoking PIs who cross the line between legal and dubious – Read More-
What happened to the Morinho honeymoon? When Jose came to Spurs and we won and we looked pretty and confident and dangerous and swept aside all who came before us… for at least 2 weeks? And we were promised trophies in the first couple of years (before it all turns to shit). And then it – Read More-
Being a lifelong feminist, having burned my bra in 1972 and ripped as many others from as many women as I could to ‘enlighten’ them, back in the day, I like to keep abreast (ha, ha, haaaa…) of the rules. And it ain’t easy. As feminism morphed almost seamlessly into post-feminism, without even a chip – Read More-
When the Ukrainian jet went down four hours after the Iranian air strike I thought: ‘hmmmm’. That was all. That was it. Just: ‘hmmmm’. Everyone did, at some conscious or unconscious level. Because we’re humans (speaking for myself here) and we have a natural knee-jerk against any form of ‘coincidence’. And when there’s missiles flying – Read More-