Jesus died to save me. According to some random man who told me just that as he walked past me outside Lords Cricket ground one evening. Just kind’a ‘en passant’. And it was a revelation! It changed my life! Three stars collided in the sky as he said it!! Oh, actually, a bus hit a – Read More-
We’re almost there. Europe. Not Europe. Leaving. But maintaining. Keeping sweet. Pissing off. Not staying, never staying, fuck ‘em all. Peripherally involved. Semi-European. We have finally reached the status of our own metaphor. We are an Island within the European continent, an isolated, separated and independent… thing in the middle of the North Sea. Fortunately, – Read More-
London is currently ‘plague central’. Not surprised, with all those crowds everywhere, like on my tube train yesterday morning. You wouldn’t let cattle travel like that. But only because they’d get lonely. So we’re either adhering rigidly to our recently upgraded Tier 4 status, or ITS CHRISTMAS!!!! and no-one’s bothering to go into the office. – Read More-
After the dire and disgusting and depressing and devastating football yesterday afternoon I went out. In a huff. Then came back, because going out is simply not allowed and there were 17 policemen outside my door questioning me prior to possible arrest. So I turned off the tv. When I turned it back on, several – Read More-
It’s the Christmas holidays, innit. And for us, those two words, Christmas and holidays are kind of separated. By several continents. We haven’t done a Christmas in the UK for about 36 years. Because given a choice between spending the time off at home with Auntie Mabel, getting another monogrammed beige cardigan (do I fucking – Read More-
Now this is funny. I went for a walk this afternoon. We went out in the almost sunshine, in Tier 3. But we came back in the pissing down rain, in TIER 4!!!! I mean, that’s fucking Twilight Zone, right there. But other than the weather, is Tier 4 really any different? I’m not sure. – Read More-
So we’re faced with a situation that is not so much merely ‘unprecedented’ as almost ‘unique in the annals of history’. Thus, before we get too harsh on our government (even though they totally fucking deserve it, and more) we must appreciate the horrors of having to face a problem which changes its face daily. – Read More-
… about Mesut Ozil. Not: because he earns 340k per (fucking!!!!) week and doesn’t play at all. (Arsenal’s problem is my joy and pleasure). Not: because he’s an inflammatory fucker who left the German team due to alleged ‘racism’ after he posed in a photo with President Erdoğan, the horrendous, undemocratic, abusive, restrictive, nasty, shitty – Read More-
It’s deal day. For some, fairly arbitrary it must be said, reason, today is deal or no deal day for Brexit. Either we skulk away into self-imposed isolation never to eat a croissant again, or we skulk away into self-imposed isolation eating croissants which cost £320 and can only be made with produce sourced at – Read More-
Here’s some breaking news!!! If you bang your head repeatedly against a really hard object (brick wall, wooden floor, heavy old football, car door, someone’s fist or an 18 stone prop forward), its going to fuck up your head. Holy shit!!! Who’d’a known that???? I’m not making light of head injuries, they are horrible. And – Read More-