I played tennis on Monday evening. It was hot. Sunny. Gorgeous. And legal. It was day 1 of the (sodding, fucking) ‘roadmap’ (pause for vomit. Ok, done that) to recovery. And I was recovering. Unfortunately my shoulder wasn’t but that’s another story. It was simply wonderful. Liberating, quite literally. And felt so good. Except the – Read More-
I picked up the sports pages (really? How unusual!!!) in the Times yesterday to see a seven page article about how likely, possible, almost essential and totally desirable it would be for Harry Kane to leave Spurs. So I put it down again. Burned it. Made a mess on the sheets but Mel will get – Read More-
I love a World Cup. It’s just the qualifiers that cause me grief. No ‘football’ this week. And by ‘football’ I mean, proper, English, Premiership, top draw stuff. I mean Spurs winning, Arsenal losing, Chelsea all getting sent off, Manchester City making the awesome look mundane. Football. What I don’t mean by ‘football’ is an – Read More-
If I start a debate about cancel culture, will I be ‘cancelled’? Probably, ‘yes’. Because extremists (and the cancel thing is nothing if not the extreme end of the already horrible obsession for a totally PC world) have no sense of irony. In fact, if you have a sense of humour of any description (but – Read More-
I’m always concerned greatly about matters gender related. Specifically two (of the countless) genders now available. Male, because that’s how I was born and on occasion choose to ‘self-identify’ (how am I doing so far? This is so difficult) and female because that has been my major source of obsession since I was 11. And – Read More-
I’m not particularly a wine snob. I should be really, as I generally like to act as smug and princessy as possible at all times over any snob-worthy thing. “Oh, you wear ‘synthetic’, do you? How nice…” or “we only eat organic, high fibre-fed, free-range, naturally grazing Cod. Don’t YOU???” Or even, “well we had – Read More-
I’m over it. We’re over it. Everyone’s over Spurs ‘temporary’ run of bad form, resulting in THE WEEK OF HELLLLL!!!!!, for all concerned, but was washed away like a nasty stain with yesterday’s victory at Villa Park. Well, perhaps a bit more than a mere stain, more… more… a FULL FACE TATOO, so deep runneth – Read More-
Anyone reading this who is over 35 years old may remember a weird, archaic and historical problem. Cars breaking down. Remember? Like, just ‘die’ on the motorway? Fan-belt snapped on the A23 just outside Brighton at 2am. Fan belts only ever broke on the A23 (because no-one lives within 50 miles of its entire length) – Read More-
The narrative of this ‘orrible pandemic has been one of numbers. As every day we learn of the number of ‘new cases’, of ‘deaths’, ‘hospitalisations’ and now vaccinations (not applicable in Europe). With cumulative totals added in most cases too, to compliment the rolling averages and daily snapshots. Numbers. And of course, their partner in – Read More-
I’m rather concerned. About clottage. Blood clottage, to be specific. In Europeans. Because issues have been raised… ‘over there’ about a problem with the good, British, UK, Oxford-Astrazeneca vaccine, which is the fish’n’chips of covid vaccines. It is the veritable roast beef and Yorkshire pudding of drugs. Solid, consistent and representative of all things Britain. – Read More-