Well that felt good. Nice. Satisfying. Refreshing. WE BEAT THE FUCKING GERMANS!!!!! In an incredible turn around of the norm, an amazing suspension of reality, an outstandingly unusual event, which happens in nature with the regularity and frequency of the Cretaceous Extinction, (when the dinosaurs died), England beat Germany in the knockout stages of an – Read More-
The relationship between England and Germany is a complex one. Emotionally, psychologically and, especially, footballingly. We love the Germans, most of them, we cheered when the wall came down and their nation was re-unified and we send our daughters to live in Berlin because its the best city in Europe. Yet we can’t forgive them – Read More-
Now if Matt Hancock and Gina Coladangelo had been clever, like Mel and me in this picture, there’d be no story. No sacking. No aggro. No bother at all. Sensible, that’s us. And Covid safe. Ok there’s the whole moral issue about two families being destroyed, about chronic self-indulgence and lust over decency and a – Read More-
Not sure if one night away counts as a ‘staycation’ but we’re here. In the Cotswolds. And its brilliant. Not sure which Cotswold, precisely, it is, they all look the same, but its big and very green, if that helps. And I love the fact that these hills (and not very hilly ones at that) – Read More-
I’m actually starting to feel sorry for Matt Hancock. He started the pandemic as the Secretary of State for Health, arguably, in that context, the most important person in the entire nation. Then we heard him speak for the first time and, if I’m honest, it started to go downhill pretty much from there. Yet – Read More-
Or possibly, less holidays. Boris and his team have opened up ‘loads’ more countries (Majorca, Minorca, Madeira) as holiday destinations to which the sun-starved British vacation-dodgers can now go to without having to quarantine for 17 days, requiring £3,472 of covid tests, per person, upon their return. That’s brilliant!!! (Rules and ‘traffic light’ designations may – Read More-
I’ve been trying to get exited about the Euros. I really have. For 2 weeks now. I mean, its football, its on tv, what more could I want? I tell you what; more football! And that’s on too. I should be living the dream and yet… and yet… I watched England last night. Almost the – Read More-
Sometimes things happen which are so sweet, so delightful, so… totally fucking stuuuuupid, that you just have to smile, snigger and appreciate that once political correctness and ‘woke’ bollocks take over, the world has to actually tilt on its own axis to keep things straight. And I imply no pronouns nor lack of them in – Read More-
I’ve decided to go ‘all out woke’. There’s no room for compromise in my life, no need for half measures, if I’m woke, I’m gonna be the woke-iest, right-on-iest, totally hip, groovy, bearded (its growing, needs another 3 inches), shit-kickin’ cancel-monkey ever, with more pronouns than you could even imagine, and will boycott almost everything! – Read More-
So here’s the problem: what allowances do we have to make for God in things like democracy? Medical advancement? Football?? Well, it’s Saturday, so we need to be profound. No point fucking about with the trivia when there’s big shit to consider. In Iran they’re having what they loosely call ‘an election’. What the rest – Read More-