The first rule of argument is: pick your battles. The second is: never argue publicly with a footballer. Because however dim footballers may be, however uneducated, unworldly, unaware of politics, ignorant of the meaning of the word ‘subtle’, however semi-literate they may be, always remember: they are loved (ok, and also hated) and they have – Read More-
The sun’s shining this morning. Yesterday it rested. And it rained instead. I mean, it didn’t start until about 4 and it was over by 9. And although ‘heavy’ish, it wasn’t like the stuff of Thailand or India. This was ‘heavy’ British rainfall. Nothing to do with Europe as rain has been for last 40 – Read More-
It was riveting, it was exiting, it was breath-taking at times, it was a battle royal of two supreme forces engaged in the individual mastery of their sport, almost in mortal combat. It was that good. Not the football, that was shit. But Wimbledon tennis finals often are wonderful. That was the first 4 hours – Read More-
I can feel it. The vibe. The buzz. The karma. The excitement. The totally universal acceptance (as long as your ‘universe’ is bounded by the English Channel, the North Sea, Hadrian’s Wall and the Forth Bridge) that destiny favours… Harry Kane. And Gareth Southgate. It’s in the air, its all around and its totally different – Read More-
Ok, so what do you do if… You book a mini ‘staycation’. A night in a lovely (allegedly) hotel in Bournemouth. And it ain’t that far, so you can leave Saturday morning, enjoy the rest of Saturday, eat a lovely meal somewhere, relax, rest, breakfast (hotel breakfasts are just the best things in life because – Read More-
Well who’d’a thought that two days before the final we little Englanders would still be talking about ‘coming home’ in earnest??? Though there are many who talk nothing else for 365 days every fucking year. As Casper Schmeikel pointed out, the European Trophy has never ever been in England, so how’s that ‘home’? But we – Read More-
I’m a strong adherent to social distancing. Mainly because I hate people. Hate crushes. Hate crowds. But only on group levels. Individually its different. I love hugging. I love the total invasion and complete overthrow of someone’s personal space. It’s not a ‘hug’, its a ‘coup’. An invasion. Oh, well can you get your hands – Read More-
So what am I supposed to do with my mask collection from July 19??? I’ve spent the last 16 months building up a collection unrivalled on any western face, plus boxes and boxes of the shitty blue and pink ones. Which fill every pocket on every jacket, trouser and other suitable item of clothing I – Read More-
There are winners and there are losers. In Batley & Spen (what’s ‘Spen’? FFS), Labour held their seat in the ‘most important by-election the world has ever known’, but reduced their majority from 3.5 thousand to 350. And claimed this as a ‘stunning victory’. As in, ‘yeah, we did 10 times worse than last time – Read More-
I watched a program called ‘Canada hits on the BBC’. I love those programs and watching BBC4 always makes me feel like the intellectual I really should have been, had I been more… intellectual. More cleverer. Originally I didn’t intend to watch it. I thought ‘wass’it gonna be? Celine farkin’ Dion? Justin effin Bieber??? And – Read More-