Here’s what I find odd. You take 15 rugby players from assorted teams in their premiere league, stick some roses on their shirts, line ’em up, sing ‘sweet caroline at ’em’, and they are fucking outstanding. Cohesive. They get what’s required, they get who they’re with and they get on with it. Most often rather – Read More-
So Sweden. What do we like about it? Blondes? Yeah. Volvos? Great. Ikea? Ish. Lego? Danish, but I get the point; all the same ‘up there’. ABBA? Maybe. And Greta (fucking) Thunberg? Hmmmm… Greta grew up in Ersturnhurmstaat, (I made that up), near Stockholm, and she lived near a tree. Which gave her amazing empathy – Read More-
So here’s a question for you: what happens when two absolutely immense egos clash, head to head? Alternatively: who wins when the most powerful man in the world goes to battle with the richest man in the world? And just as a third possibility: what do you get when you set two spoilt obnoxious tossers – Read More-
First of all, this is not an article about red meat. Eat what you want. As much as you want. My body’s a temple, which is why I adopt the ‘almost vegan’ attitude to life and food. With the ‘almost’ giving me a teensy weensy bit of ‘latitude’ over my diet. So I basically eat – Read More-
As we were on the tube, Sunday afternoon, on our way to the Victoria & Albert Museum, on a gloriously sunny day, happening about 50 yards above us, to meet ‘the twin’ and together go to visit the Cartier exhibition!!, I was thinking: ‘and why am I going, exactly?’. Not that I don’t simply love – Read More-
I’ve seen the future! And it’s bright! Its wonderful! And its succcc-sesss-fulllll!!! I am officially, as of 22.37:42s last night, a PSG fan. Yup, got the shirt… metaphorically, arranged season tickets for Paris, bought an old person’s Metro pass and I’m starting a course in ‘being an obnoxious French-person’, so I can fit in with – Read More-
There’s a new ‘n-word’ been brewing for quite some while now. A word guaranteed to produce sharp intakes of breath, possibly palpitations (if you’re chatting with any Victorian women, and let’s face it, we all do that), even a sharp slap, in some situations. The word is… nazi!!! And I get that, to a degree. – Read More-
My favourite grandson is obsessed with football. Be it going to Spurs (poor kid; even though he loves it dearly), getting footballer cards for his albums, or, best of all, playing it, football has become 60% of his life. The remaining 40% is ‘snacks’. And I’m not only proud of his skills and his enthusiasm, – Read More-
My favourite author in the whole world is Stephen King. No-one else comes even close. Maybe John Irvin. It’s about the characters and how they’re built. And no-one can compete with the boy from Maine. Not Dostoevsky, not Dickens and, as far as I know, no-one in Jayne Eyre had their throats ripped out by – Read More-
So we all hate the Chinese. You simply have to. All 1.4 billion of them. Not that it would be that easy to be a bit more selective. Though in fact we don’t hate every person there, some must be alright? Aren’t’ they? At least half a dozen or so, surely. But we hate President – Read More-