So mum and Kev are fine, but still in hospital. Having found (2 days it took) that he doesn’t have an infection, which they suspected, the poor fella is in fact a little jaundiced, as are loads of babies, so they’re keeping him (and mum, obvs) there longer to check. Which is not pleasing mum – Read More-
Why is my brother in a fish tank? Lila possibly would have asked. And its a good question. I think they put them in those as a quick trip down evolutionary lane, to show the young (can’t really get too much younger) Kev, where it all began for humanity. When fishes first walked… errrr… flapped… – Read More-
This is Kevin. Ok, he won’t actually be known as Kevin, probably, that was just the kind of ‘working name’ I gave him when I learned he was due and due to be a boy. I didn’t want to know his gender, but lacked the ability to ‘unknow’ it once I learned. Logically its ‘a – Read More-
You know when you read something and you think: “no”. Then you think: NO!. Then you think: “are you fucking radio rental???” Well such an experience befell me yesterday when I got bored with Theresa May’s tearful farewell to the nation. Which she loves. So much that she has single-handedly managed to fuck it up – Read More-
People always say to me: ‘how do you find the time to write a blog?’, along with ‘why do you bother?’ and ‘how much time have you spent in prison/rehab/offenders units?’ And the answer to the first question is; I make time. Cos it don’t take that long. Once I’ve ‘engaged’ in a topic, which – Read More-
Theresa May is ‘dead’. Career-wise, political-wise, credibility-wise and basically, not very wise. Because if she was she wouldn’t have taken the job in the first place. Her brief, bequeathed to her by the squirming coward David Cameron, was to ‘take the nation out of Europe in accordance with their referendum wishes’. He was a tosser – Read More-
The new Tarantino movie, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, now previewing at Cannes, excites me. Apparently it is ‘brilliant’ and 5 ****** and all the usual stuff from the critics which generally means f-all once you’re sitting there with your popcorn. But in Tarantino, we believe. The Champions League final excites me greatly. An – Read More-
Just reading an article about poetry and verse And how the words in order to rhyme you must nurse Into shapes and patterns sometimes less than the norm In order that your poetry indeed should take form. It’s not all about rhyming, that’s for sure Rhymes like wot I write are just a little cure – Read More-
I think its time for Gareth Bale to come ‘home’. Back to the club that created him. Ok, he was born in Wales, started as a kid at Southampton but it was at Tottenham that he changed from being a rather unfortunate left-back with a record for never having played in a winning match, to – Read More-
I’ll confess right now: I have never watched a Eurovision anything. I fucking hate Eurovision and always have. When I were a lad it just represented the absolute worst of overly-commercialised plink-plonk Euro-bollox sounds. Whilst England was the absolute pinnacle of good music in the 60s and 70s, way above America even, the rest of – Read More-