I still haven’t quite gotten over dinner in Narbonne. I don’t think I’ll ever fully ‘get over it’ really. Last night at dinner time I emptied the freezer, cooked the lot, set it along the entire kitchen worksurfaces with the entire contents of all the larders and declared the buffet open. I’m scarred by the – Read More-
This was an incredible experience. Food. Mainly. But the whole deal was quite remarkable. And this place is rammed full. And it books up months in advance, with seating for about 500 people. All in wonderful, cut-glass, shiny silver comfort. They even have a dress code. To avoid grotty French plebs from rolling up dressed – Read More-
I’d just like to say that I have no desire to be the leader of the Labour Party. I’ve spoken to Wes Streeting and he doesn’t want the job either. In fact, I think it safe to say, no-one wants that fucking awful job whilst our proudly Labour government is doing such a terrible job – Read More-
Ok, the boss of the Beeb has resigned. The head of news; gone. So that’s taken care of the ‘bias’ then. Hah! Its over. The problem’s gone. The BBC will now forevermore sit on the proverbial fence of impartiality and dispense news untainted by bias, preconception, prejudice or political direction. As fucking if. There’s bias – Read More-
There’s always accusations of ‘bias’ at the BBC. I’ve found this myself with Match of the Day showing Spurs matches that we lose. That’s very upsetting and the entire tone of the reporting, calling us ‘useless’ and ‘lacking direction’ and ‘fucking crap’, although possibly true, is unfairly discriminatory and causes me ongoing mental health issues. – Read More-
To err is human, to forgive, divine. Allegedly. But its contextual. One ‘error’ is forgivable. Two or more speaks of incompetence or conspiracy. Especially, when its the government making all the mistakes. First we had ‘suit-and-specs-gate’ when the Prime Minister suddenly went from looking like a low-rent, part-time bookkeeper with a gambling habit to like – Read More-
Having managed to avoid mooses (I know, it shouldn’t have the final ‘s’, I just think it should), all summer in Newfoundland where they’re ’everywhere!!!!’, in vast numbers (yeah, right, figment of the Canadian tourist board’s imagination), I instead make my own. Though being European, I call it ‘mousse’. And it tastes of chocolate. And – Read More-
I know a lotta yous are worried cos I’ve got me budget comin’ up in a few weeks and you’re concerned about the rumours wot are being spread by the right wing press. So I wanna reassure yous, to show you wot a kind’n’considerate Chancellor I am, even though I don’t seem to be particerlerry – Read More-
When Spurs drew with Wolves, it was tragic. When we lost, again at home, to Villa, it was catastrophic. But those terms of despair relate to the football, to the statistical improbability, to the sheer what should and shouldn’t happen in football. Even though it has a habit of happening. Especially at Spurs. And whilst – Read More-
The alarm went off this morning at 7.20, as it does every saturday. When I go downstairs and make tea, bring it to my dear wife, because I’m the best husband in the entire history of husbands, along with the newspaper. Ok, also because when she goes swimming four mornings a week at 6.45, she – Read More-