Things change. Evolve. Metamorphosise. Its the nature of things. We used to have the dreaded Lyme’s Disease. Get bitten by a tic and you’ll suffer, bit like flu, bit of pain, and up to 6 months when you might have difficulty thinking. Which is why the condition evolved into Lime’s Disease. In which this lack – Read More-
Last night I had the (thankfully) rare priviledge of putting Lila and Joey to bed. It wasn’t the plan. I was coming round so mum could pop out for an hour, after bedtime. She didn’t tell them because they’d get excited. Not because they’re seeing me, no one wants that, but because I would be – Read More-
Is there anyone in the entire fucking world, other than Rishi Sunak and Kyriakos Mitsotakis (Greek PM) who really gives a shit about the Elgin Marbles? Or the Parthenon Porcelain or the Crumbling Concrete, or whatever you choose to call them? Because I don’t. But, I really don’t. And I have seen them. You can’t – Read More-
I don’t read the Daily Telegraph. Because I don’t wear a tie. Haven’t worn one since the elder daughter was married, 10 years ago. Might do a black tie if absolutely pressed, but it’ll stay on for the first 7 minutes only before I rip it off, gagging for breath. But you need to wear – Read More-
So there I was, marching for anti-semitism and yet, at precisely that time, Spurs were getting beaten by Aston Villa at White Hart Lane. That’s not right. Not in the spirit of the day. Morally and holy-ly wrong. Thus either Spurs are shit, or, more likely, Aston Villa are aligned with Hamas. There is no – Read More-
Well, as marches against anti-semitism go, this one must go down as a bit of a disappointment, on many levels. I’ll tell you why. There was no food. I mean, how can you get a bunch of Jews together at lunchtime in a bagel-free zone?? Jews feed each other, even when we’re not hungry. So – Read More-
Tomorrow I’m going to march for anti-semitism. Its important. And I don’t like Jews, they’re small, smelly, money-grabbing, controlling, conspiring, money-laundering war-mongers, so I’m joining the march. And in case there’s any trouble, Joey’s coming with me. And there will be trouble, cos he’s bound to need a wee when we’re in the middle of – Read More-
So I’m not saying a show called ‘Guys and Dolls’ is up there in any woke list of ‘must-sees’ as its set in the 1930s? 40s perhaps, when guys were guys and those-identifying-as-women were called ‘dolls’. Which is a touch too binary for contemporary acceptance. Addressing some as ‘hey: Doll!’ is not acceptable in the – Read More-
Whilst we were positively glued to yesterday’s ‘budget statement’ by the Chancellor of the Exchequer himself!, Jeremy… whassissname, over in Holland they were busy voting for a new Prime Minister. Yes, it was election time in the land of the free, the tolerant, the nice, liberal and obviously a bit stoned. And the winner was… – Read More-
Every time I watch the news I get annoyed. Whenever the radio’s on I get violent tendencies. I won’t open the newspaper until delicate objects have been removed from my vicinity. Including any family members. And it all stems from, basically, one word. A word so simple, so basic, so important and yet so tragically – Read More-