I last visited the area of London commonly known as ‘Tottenham’ about 2 years ago. It was a bit of a hole, if I’m honest, with dingy streets and dodgy shops and dirty pavements and dire transport facilities and… decadently… dependable… doggedly desirable… dastardly… Anyway, in the middle of all this dross stood Mecca. White – Read More-
Ok, bruvvers wot works for Transport fer Lunduun, dis is ‘ow we copes wiv shit wot ‘appens on are trains, right? Less take an ‘ypofetical, right? Some geezer, f’rinstance, decides to take a walk along the tracks around Euston, in da rush hour. We need a plan, a guideline, for da union. And its diss: – Read More-
Attack is the best form of defence. So we’re told. If you’re in their faces then they can’t be hurting you. Can they? And sometimes you defend before you’re attacked. Then its called an attack. Which is confusing. But we’re not talking war, we’re talking football. In which sustained attacking is the best way of – Read More-
What a weekend its been. I can only remember one consistently sunny Easter weekend in my adult life. About 40 years ago when a group of us rented a Thames river boat and spent the time sailing in the sunshine much to everyone’s amazement, ours included. As we’d packed umbrellas, waterproofs, wind-wear, storm clothing, thermals, – Read More-
Man cannot live by football alone. He can try but his wife will get royally pissed off. Ok, some leeway is given at this time of the year, when EVERY match is important, when Mel knows that Brighton playing Wolves has a massive impact on my life. When Liverpool at Cardiff is existentially critical to – Read More-
I’m not into sequels. If something’s great; leave it alone to stand as that, don’t try and repeat it. Otherwise you end up with Fast & Furious 7 and Death Wish 4 and Friday the 13th part 14. And they’re all shit. The obvious exceptions (and I can make these without any risk of being – Read More-
If you wanted to go to Hennes yesterday from, say, Carnaby Street, just across Oxford Circus, you’d have found your route blocked. By a massive pink boat. And about 2,000 of Britain’s great unwashed, sitting around, getting arrested, being released again, drinking tea, weaving yoghurt, picking nits out of their children’s heads and eating them, – Read More-
There’s only one God, all the major religions are agreed about that (if nothing else). Though the Hindus have about 12,000 gods, so we’ll ignore them for the purposes of this debate. And because I’m sure that the God who I don’t believe in was NOT a fucking elephant. Gorilla maybe, lemur, but an elephant?? – Read More-
I was going to write a poem, an emotional and heart-felt outpouring of love and dedication to honour the most incredible football match EVER, won (errr, overall ‘won’, as opposed to ‘on the night’, necessarily) by the greatest team EVER, in what even the most hardened and cynical of Spurs-hating pundits (Paul Merson, Ian Wright, – Read More-
So Nigel Farage has resurfaced, as sharks do, with his new, shiny ‘Brexit Party’. Firstly because he is all and only about leaving Europe and secondly because he is quite uncanny at harnessing the feelings of ‘the people’, particularly if those people are keen to leave Europe. So to all Brexiteers, Farage’s new shtick is – Read More-