So the deal was, we play tennis at 9 this morning. That’s me, the Woolf Man, Me Mate Dave and Bulawayo Boy (aka: the father of the bride). We got back from the wedding at about 1 o’clock last night, Bulawayo Boy, much later, but them’s the breaks. So from Bondi to the Woolara Tennis – Read More-
Now look, there’s only so much credit I can take for this, but having come ‘down under’ I seem to have, personally and uniquely and all by myself-ly, turned the entire footballing world upside down. I awoke this morning (local time; everywhere else; who fucking knows) and before even checking Mel’s pulse, reached for the – Read More-
I must admit that I find it rather hard to believe that a few tossers with ‘drones’ have brought Gatwick Airport to a complete standstill. Though I find it quite reassuring to read that ‘police are looking for flying object in the sky’. At least they’re in the right ball park. Though they’re not sure – Read More-
I might be in Australia but I’m a Brit. Therefore am at liberty to discuss the weather at any opportunity. And its an odd thing here. ‘Here’ being wherever I am at the time. Which was the Hunter Valley for the last 2 days and now its Sydney, to where I’ve returned. We’ve had a – Read More-
OMG I just LOOOOVVVVVE Australia. I’ve been here less than 24 hours and Spurs beat Arsenal. At the Emirates!!! I love this place. It has a magic that… which… I feel… We beat Arsenal. And we beat them in their house. And we kept a clean sheet which we haven’t done in an away match – Read More-
Quantas planes no longer appear to bear the name Quantas. Instead they bear the legend ‘the spirit of Australia’. Almost as if that would be something to be proud of, even boastful about. I mean to me that’s like putting ‘Loud, brash and arrogant’ as your mission statement. Would that encourage business? Whereas in fact – Read More-
The purpose of the trade unions was to stop exploitation of the workers. To give them rights, protect them from ‘fat cat capitalists’ who would otherwise have children up chimneys for tuppence a day. So what happens when the workers become the fat cats? Some tube train drivers earn over £100,000 a year. Many earn – Read More-
I just walked off the tennis court without playing a stroke. Not in protest, I wasn’t wearing my yellow jacket. But because although it is a really beautiful morning and sunny and gorgeous and even much less frigid than yesterday, when I did play, its fucking icy. Not like sheets of ice, not hard ice, – Read More-
Advance warning; the following may contain words that might offend some people. Tossers, granted, but sensitive tossers nonetheless. A minority, like all others, we have to fucking respect. Because I want to talk about C******. The football club, that is, rather than the people who go there. They get less **s. Because this week a – Read More-
So you remember my ‘TIA’, right? Surely you do; you uncaring, forgetful know-nothing. My ‘transient ischemic attack’. I thought my left arm went funny for 2 minutes one Sunday morning before tennis and the next thing they’re blue-lighting me to intensive care and reading the last rites. Ok, a slight exaggeration, when I got round – Read More-