There are worse outcomes to a vote. You could get none and the opponents 434. You could get 100 and… yeah, ok. But losing a vote in parliament by 230 votes is fairly… significant. Ok, its fucking humongous. Although the result has almost always been something of an inevitability, it was just the magnitude that – Read More-
So following the ‘curious incident of the left arm at breakfast time’, when said arm went ‘weak’ and shaky for about 3 minutes with no after effects nor any other symptoms, the medical world went frantic. Well, my medical world did. Because every doctor is assured, positive and with no ifs, ands or buts, that – Read More-
Don’t you hate it when a plan gets de-railed? I mean… I mean… I mean, could Theresa May have had any idea, when she formulated the now infamous ‘Chequer’s Plan’ that the extent of the de-railment caused would be this catastrophic? That it would lead not only to a massive rift in parliament, across all – Read More-
I’d just like to say from the start that Sir Andy Murray is the best tennis player this nation (depending on where you choose to put the borders) has produced since Boudicca ruled. Not that she could hit a ball, too busy fighting. He is a startling athlete, an amazingly tenacious competitor and to win – Read More-
So first night back on Tuesday, having had breakfast on the plane about 3.30 am, Mel went to bed about 9, I tried my hardest to watch the second half of the Spurs Chelsea match, sat down with a cup of tea, took one sip and promptly fell asleep. Nothing to do with Harry Kane, – Read More-
Do you remember when a ‘selfie-stick’ was called ‘your mate’? Or ‘a complete stranger asked to take your photo’? By the Taj Mahal, Victoria Falls, Shelf stand at Spurs. And because no-one now moves from their lounge to the toilet without a fantastic, super-efficient, self-editing, telephoto-enabled, high definition camera with in-built distribution system in their – Read More-
Last year January was renamed ‘Veganuary’ as the march of the holiest-of-all-thous sought to spread the word, the seed (they actually allow eating of seeds; if not much else) of the Post Millennial Holy Inquisition that is veganism. Not just a menu option but an entire lifestyle, philosophy and all-embracing concept which needs to be – Read More-
I didn’t realise when we booked our last 2 nights of the entire holiday, back here in Sydney, quite where things were. So we thought: let’s stay in the middle. What they call ‘Circular Quay’ here. By the bridge, the Opera House, by The Rocks and… and by 96% of the world’s total supply of – Read More-
I want to talk about shopping. And to do so I need to discuss that most sensitive of subjects: gender!!! I’m not saying that all women love to shop whilst all men would gladly RIP OUT THEIR OWN FUCKING EYES WITH A BLUNT, RUSTY T-SPOON!!! rather than to accompany them, because that would be a – Read More-
Christmas is always ‘big time’ where football is concerned. Where the tough get going (so traditionally Arsenal don’t do that well) and the going gets tough so… yeah, whatever. But the sheer concentration of games ensures that it is a brutal time of year. And I’m sitting on a train. The ‘trans-alpine’ train from Greymouth – Read More-