Looking for new cars is much better fun than owning new cars, buying new cars, selling… errrr… not quite so new cars. It’s great. Particularly as we swim around aimlessly in the growing pool which is the ‘electric car world’. You learn as you progress. It’s a curve. And this is what we’ve learned today: – Read More-
We’re going to buy an electric car. No idea which one (THEY ALL LOOK THE FARKIN SAME) but that time has arrived. Mel wants a new car and in line with the zeitgeist it would be almost unthinkable for ‘her’ to buy the new Dodge Challenger re-do with a 6.2 litre supercharged engine delivering over – Read More-
This is not a gloaty story. Though I reserve that right. Its my fucking story. This is not to say how wonderful Tottenham Hotspur football club is. Even though they were on Sunday. This is just… just… well, as depicted above, just a salient lesson in how football can reduce joy and optimism to sorrow – Read More-
There is palpable relief in the entire Newcastle region. The owner of their beloved football club, the fat, obnoxious, Cockney, wide-boy (ticks every box for meanings of that phrase), has sold the club to its new owners. The Geordies hated Mike Ashley and, pretty much, everything he stood for. But mainly, they resented his constant – Read More-
There’s a wonderful documentary on Sky Arts about Roxy Music. The band. Bryan Ferry. That lot. Wonderful if you loved them, as I did, load’a shit if you didn’t. Which many didn’t. Like my brother. Hard rocker that he was, heavy metal to his very core, he poo-pooed anyone who wore anything other than black – Read More-
Have you ever wondered about slugs? Those totally revolting little creatures, snails without shells, that slither in a trail of their own slime across paths in search of your bedding plants which they fucking ruin by eating themselves sick on them. This year has been a bumper year for slugs, for some reason, God moving – Read More-
So yesterday ended brilliantly, with the petrol flowing like wine, like asses milk, like golden honey, into the cars. Preceded by Miele-gate. Mel’s absolute best friend in the whole world was broken. I could be her bff, possibly her identical twin sister to whom she speaks 14 times each day. But no. Her washing machine – Read More-
So we ventured into the deepest, darkest, eastiest bit of East Berlin. So east that they still keep a statue of Lenin there. But they keep other things too. Like dead Jews. Because in the little town of Weissensee there is a magnificent old Jewish Cemetery. Which opened in about 1880 and was, you can – Read More-
When I was a kid I loved DC Comics. Superman, Batman, Flash, loved ‘em. But now they’ve become PC Comics as Superman slips out of the binary world which has constrained him, mercilessly, for 50 years. Nothing else could constrain him, not steel nor concrete nor nuffink other than Green Kryptonite. But now, Superman can – Read More-
My love affair with Berlin continues apace. But my horizons have expanded massively. Because in all the trips we’ve made here since the younger daughter adopted it as her home, we’ve generally come for weekends and confined our love of ‘Berlin’ to about 3 or 4 of the central areas of the former Eastern part – Read More-