I can feel it. The vibe. The buzz. The karma. The excitement. The totally universal acceptance (as long as your ‘universe’ is bounded by the English Channel, the North Sea, Hadrian’s Wall and the Forth Bridge) that destiny favours… Harry Kane. And Gareth Southgate. It’s in the air, its all around and its totally different – Read More-
Ok, so what do you do if… You book a mini ‘staycation’. A night in a lovely (allegedly) hotel in Bournemouth. And it ain’t that far, so you can leave Saturday morning, enjoy the rest of Saturday, eat a lovely meal somewhere, relax, rest, breakfast (hotel breakfasts are just the best things in life because – Read More-
Well who’d’a thought that two days before the final we little Englanders would still be talking about ‘coming home’ in earnest??? Though there are many who talk nothing else for 365 days every fucking year. As Casper Schmeikel pointed out, the European Trophy has never ever been in England, so how’s that ‘home’? But we – Read More-
I’m a strong adherent to social distancing. Mainly because I hate people. Hate crushes. Hate crowds. But only on group levels. Individually its different. I love hugging. I love the total invasion and complete overthrow of someone’s personal space. It’s not a ‘hug’, its a ‘coup’. An invasion. Oh, well can you get your hands – Read More-
So what am I supposed to do with my mask collection from July 19??? I’ve spent the last 16 months building up a collection unrivalled on any western face, plus boxes and boxes of the shitty blue and pink ones. Which fill every pocket on every jacket, trouser and other suitable item of clothing I – Read More-
There are winners and there are losers. In Batley & Spen (what’s ‘Spen’? FFS), Labour held their seat in the ‘most important by-election the world has ever known’, but reduced their majority from 3.5 thousand to 350. And claimed this as a ‘stunning victory’. As in, ‘yeah, we did 10 times worse than last time – Read More-
I watched a program called ‘Canada hits on the BBC’. I love those programs and watching BBC4 always makes me feel like the intellectual I really should have been, had I been more… intellectual. More cleverer. Originally I didn’t intend to watch it. I thought ‘wass’it gonna be? Celine farkin’ Dion? Justin effin Bieber??? And – Read More-
Well that felt good. Nice. Satisfying. Refreshing. WE BEAT THE FUCKING GERMANS!!!!! In an incredible turn around of the norm, an amazing suspension of reality, an outstandingly unusual event, which happens in nature with the regularity and frequency of the Cretaceous Extinction, (when the dinosaurs died), England beat Germany in the knockout stages of an – Read More-
The relationship between England and Germany is a complex one. Emotionally, psychologically and, especially, footballingly. We love the Germans, most of them, we cheered when the wall came down and their nation was re-unified and we send our daughters to live in Berlin because its the best city in Europe. Yet we can’t forgive them – Read More-
Now if Matt Hancock and Gina Coladangelo had been clever, like Mel and me in this picture, there’d be no story. No sacking. No aggro. No bother at all. Sensible, that’s us. And Covid safe. Ok there’s the whole moral issue about two families being destroyed, about chronic self-indulgence and lust over decency and a – Read More-