When someone posts something contentious on instagram in the UK, they generally get a 5 year prison sentence. And because there’s as much room in our prisons as there was yesterday in Tottenham High Road, to accommodate these ‘evil posters’, we have to free up the space by kicking a few rapists back out into – Read More-
Look, we won a trophy, I’m not going to get so exited about it, we didn’t invent a cure for cancer, its ‘just’ a football trophy. In the grand scheme of things, when judgement day arrives, it won’t have counted for much. I get all that. Its just a matter of keeping things in perspective. – Read More-
Oh what a night, late-ish May in twenty twenty… five Oh that night that made me come alive What a feeling, what a night. Oh what a night, set in Bilbao with which nothing rhymes, United and Spurs had such a happy time, UEFA League final, such a night. Oh what a night, two hapless – Read More-
This is a truly monumental day. Firstly because we’re having some new carpets fitted, but also because it is the Final of the Europa League. In Bilbao. Tonight. Between Manchester United and the mighty, the wonderful, the truly superlative Tottenham Hotspur. Unfortunately, this season, most of the ‘superlatives’ have been on the wrong end of – Read More-
At LAST!!!!, Mel came home from Naples. At last. I’d reached the point where I could barely cram another sock in the laundry basket. Was almost on the verge of having to buy a second basket! Anyway, she’s back from Naples. Having left me, without a carer, the WHOOOOOLE weekend. As she and the twin – Read More-
I’d like to formally announce a new silly name, officially, and on behalf of the government, the Prime Minister and the ENTIRE FUCKING NATION!!!! Brentrance. The process of BRitain re-ENTERing the European Union on a non-membership, only slightly aligned, not making any farce of Brexit, through the back door, hoping Nigel Farage doesn’t notice, basis. – Read More-
On Friday morning Mel went to Naples. Twinny trip. I’m not a twin so I wasn’t invited. But… a whole weekend! Time off!!! What shall I do??? Leisure time. All to myself! And FA Cup final weekend too! I’m ’livin the dream’. This is what happened when I stopped dreaming. 7.55 am. Left house to – Read More-
I was rummaging around for something or other, as some of us of a more ‘slightly disorganised nature’ tend to do whenever we need ANYTHING, and I came across this photo. Haven’t seen it for years. I call it ‘self portrait in black’n’white’. I could have painted one, put a few tits on my head, – Read More-
So I ‘get’ Donald Trump. I really do. He just doesn’t do details to any extent. Only money details, then its to the nearest hundredth of a cent. Everything else is just ‘big; really big’ or ‘doing great things’ or lovely broad brush stroke sentences which are meaningless in any analytical way. I just don’t – Read More-
I got a ‘lectric bike. You know that. I love it like the 3rd cousin I never had. I only use it when the temperature is over 15 Celsius-es and the weather GUARANTEED to be dry. By God. Or the BBC weather app. Same difference. That’s the rule. I hate all rules. Even sensible ones. – Read More-