That’s a line from ‘Zombie’ by the Cranberries. Totally irrelevant but when I thought ‘bombs’, that line came to mind. Great track. Anyway… Yesterday was a big day for bombs and rockets. Poland shot down a couple of Russian drones destined for Ukraine. Ok, it won’t dent Putin’s massive arsenal (no relation) too much, but – Read More-
Here’s a funny thing. An estimated (I tried to count, but they kept moving around) 70,000 people attended the march yesterday. Including Richard Tice, obviously, Michael Gove, for the Tories, and from the government… errrrr… well, unless you count one parliamentary researcher for a back bencher specialising in the environment, no-one. Which is a little – Read More-
I’ve always envied the ‘Orange Order’ in Belfast. Because they have… Marching Season!!! Like their own season, solely to march down the streets wearing bowler hats and orange sashes, just to upset, annoy and provoke the Catholics. Well, there’s probably some deeper meaning but it’s mainly to provoke the Catholics. And who can blame them? – Read More-
We are the resig-nation. Nowhere does it better. So in the last few days we, as that nation, have suffered not one but TWO resignations of immense importance and consequence. Daniel Levy resigned as the Chairman of Tottenham Hotspur football club, which he has run since 2001. As fans we don’t really have much to – Read More-
Let me start by saying: ‘I don’t expect sympathy’. Everything that follows is true. Except for the bits I choose to fabricate. But really, there’s very little fiction in this tale of ‘the worst travel experience, EVERRRRR!!!’ So BA cancelled our flight. Didn’t delay it, move it, displace it and certainly didn’t replace it. They – Read More-
So I’m in Toronto. And I’m watching the US Open quarter final. Why? Because there’s a Canadian involved. Auger-Alissime is young, gifted and Canuck. Therefore we have to be ‘involved’ in support of the entire nation for one of its own. I wouldn’t normally be watching the US Open, on the grounds that it is – Read More-
I’m in Toronto. Its fabulous. Hot, sunny, clean, lovely and… obviously, big. It’s Canada, ergo, it’s big. But it seems much bigger than it really is because when you walk (as we did this morning) 20-odd ‘blocks’, you go through 20-odd intersections, and therefore you wait for the little white walking man 20-odd times. And – Read More-
We’re leaving Newfoundland. Its over. Living with the whales (didn’t see one), the moose (yeah, right), the Caribou (are there?), beavers (no, really) and the trucks. They all drive trucks here. Big ones. Massive. But I get it, there’s lots of unpaved roads, ‘we’ all have boats and caravans jet-skis and stuff what needs trailing. – Read More-
Do you have any idea how many Moose there are in Canada? Answers to the nearest 10,000 please. Do you know how many we’ve seen in the last 5 days? None. They’re hiding. The nearest you can get to a moose is to eat one. Not a whole one, they’re big, but moose-burgers are on – Read More-
For the last part of our Newfoundland ‘adventure’ we’re in Gros Morne national park. It’s on the northwest coast of Newfoundland and is so big that anywhere else it would be a ‘continent’, here it’s just a ‘park’. We left Fogo Island. We jumped on the bargain-of-the-year ferry. Ok, we were the fourth from last – Read More-