What happened to all my Easter Eggs? Like, WTF??? Ok, not mine, the ones I bought along the way, that’s a rhetorical question. Long gone. But the rest of them. The ones I didn’t buy. Which, normally, over Easter weekend are lined up, piled up, amassed in pyramids in all the supermarkets waiting for me – Read More-
There’s a lot of football coming up. The season is drawing to a close. The Premier title race is reaching its conclusion, the fight for top 4 looking like Lviv on a bad day and relegation battles are being… well, lost really. Liverpool and Manchester City can both win the league and Champions League but – Read More-
We had a little ‘tea’ yesterday. For the exceptionally old and the extraordinarily young. We’re in the middle. Much nearer the latter, obvs. We brought ‘the dads’ (combined age 193) to see their great-grandchildren (combined age 8, nearly) because its good for generations to mix. Beneficial to all. So the old’uns get to fall asleep – Read More-
Ok, so this is how you decorate a bedroom. You choose curtains. Takes, approximately, 2 years. If I’m honest, I left ‘most’ of this to Mel. Partly because I’m simply not fussy (I have one rule: no flower designs. Love flowers, hate florals), some might say ‘barely even care and one week after fitting wouldn’t – Read More-
What do you know about Rwanda? Hmmmm… its in Africa… It’s… possibly hot… errrr… lions?… elephants?… in fact it sounds much nicer than England. It’s famous for beautiful hills and it seems a very nice place, predominantly Christian but no-where’s perfect. And the pictures I’ve seen make it seem quite pretty and lovely. So much – Read More-
Tomorrow is the festival of Passover. And Easter. And as Passover is all about ‘telling the story’, you could, if pushed, combine these two festivals, merge them together. So when the Jews finally flee the horrible, sadistic Pharoah who had enslaved them, you could have Jesus leading them through the Red Sea instead of Moses. – Read More-
As Boris Johnson becomes the first ever serving Prime Minister of our fine nation to be convicted of a criminal offence, we need to consider the future. Not just the matter of who should be at number 10 but much wider, grander, deeper: the entire structure of politics in Britain. Sorry: …in Britain!!! So I – Read More-
I think we need to give Akshata Murty a bit of a break. Poor thing. Ok, rich thing. But she’s having a really really bad time at the moment, to such an extent that her husband, Rishi Sunak’s political aspirations are being called into question. And this is Crown Prince Rishi, heir to the throne – Read More-
There’s bad weeks, bad weeks, and then this week. Holy shit. However, due to reporting constraints imposed upon me by the International Board of People Wot make up shit and present it as news, I can’t actually give a full report of the Sunak/Murty affair, until the Inland Revenue, the CIA and Tescos Clubcards give – Read More-
It all started in 1967 when my mate Jimmy called my other mate, Tarquin, a poof, in the school dinner queue, aged 11. That was the first noted case of direct homophobia in the world. At which point I pointed out, over the sausage and chips trays, that ‘in 55 years time you’ll be arrested – Read More-