I’m a terrible cynic when it comes to ‘statistics’. Not that maths doesn’t work, or is somehow ‘broken’, or I doubt the ability of statisticians to get the right answer, its just that I can’t help but ask certain questions. Like ‘who is paying for the statistical analysis?’, like ‘are they including all data, including – Read More-
I’m an old fashioned kind’a dude. I make tea with leaves. I drive cars with petrol. And I watch films on a cinema screen. In fact, I’m a fucking dinosaur. So I was shocked on Sunday when I heard from two people in the space of a few hours that they’d both watched ‘The Irishman’, – Read More-
I’ve just watched the Jeremy Corbyn interview with Andrew Neil. I’ve seen bits and pieces of it before but never watched it all. And its wonderful. And terrible. And awful. And brilliant. And hilarious. And depressing. Not forgetting predictable. AN: “you’re an anti-Semite, Mr Corbyn, with thousands of cases in your party of reported anti-semitism – Read More-
Spurs kicked off at 3 o’clock yesterday afternoon. What an odd time for a game of football. But it happens. And in fact remains the only part of our national game that remains outside the control of various tv companies. So in protest I went to the V&A. Because I’m cultured. Sophisticated. Metrosexual. And because – Read More-
So how’d that go then? Letting Usman Kahn, convicted of terrorism charges, out of prison ‘under license’, wearing a digital tag, because he’d been ‘de-radicalised’? How’d that go? I’ll tell you how it went; the obscene fucker stabbed 5 people, randomly, killing two of them, and then incurred the wrath of London. Or, more specifically, – Read More-
What constitutes a ‘safe job’ in football management? Actually, there isn’t one. Mauricio Pochettino was the 22nd sacking this season of a club manager (across all the 4 divisions). The first was Sol Campbell, ironically, given rumours, by very optimistic Arsenal fans, that Poch my cross ‘the divide’ and assist their blighted, beleaguered… buggered club. – Read More-
This cockerel is nothing to do with Tottenham Hotspur. Ok, it looks like our cockerel but its not. Probably a cousin. Great-grandfather. From Nigeria. But as any cockerel will undoubtedly and immediately catch my eye in that ‘conditioned stimulus’ kind of way that dogs react to slabs of meat, I read the tale of the – Read More-
The Pope’s in Tokyo. Catch a flight now and you can see him. Though he’s very popular there and you might not get in. Because there’s 600,000 Catholics in Japan. Which is quite a few. But out of a population of 125 million that’s less than half a percent of the people. But because Japan – Read More-
Well I’m sorry if I’m late today, Jesus! So you had to read the newspaper on the tube instead, big fucking deal! I’m not solely in charge of your morning reading matter, I have RESPONSIBILITIES. Even if I’m consistently the most irresponsible person I know. Not the point. You’re important, but when I get a – Read More-
You only sing when you’re winnin’; Sing when you’re wiii-nnin… (Rinse and repeat. And repeat. And repeat.) I LOVE JOSE MORINHO!!! He’s our saviour, our Lord, our GOD and the best manager that football has ever known! He’s pretty, he’s clever, he’s wonderful, he’s ‘modest’ and HE WINS. As he did yesterday. For Spurs. At – Read More-