There’s no taxes in Saudi Arabia. Whereas death… Well, there’s death everywhere, obviously. People die. In Yemen in fact, lots of people die, innocent children whose school buses are targeted by the ‘government’ troops. Which in fact are not of the Yemeni government but their next-door neighbours’, Saudi Arabia’s government. What’s even better is that – Read More-
I’ll be so pleased when we leave Europe. I know, I’m a ‘remoaner’ and anti-Brexit and feel, like all such holier-than-thous that the 51% of my compatriots who voted ‘leave’ did so because they are an ignorant rabble of racists, Europhobes, sub-educated dick-heads, gullible nob-ends, the Boris-believing-brainless and me mate Wayne. And my dad. But – Read More-
They’re clever, those football people. Every year they run loads of international ‘friendly’ matches, meaningless events with unlimited substitutions in which great players get hurt, the games are awful because they’re trying out ‘new systems’ every 20 minutes and no-one really gives a shit who wins or, in my case, who is playing. So they – Read More-
Ok, you can go on a pilgrimage to Mecca, but they call that ‘the Haj’, or you can do one to Rome, and if you’re a Roman Catholic priest you can even do a pilgrimage to Chang Mai (cryptic and cruel in just one little suggestion). Druids have pilgrimages to Stonehenge. Rockers go to Graceland, – Read More-
Ok, I miss Lila. I would. She’s special. And I would be missing the football, but its internationals and I really don’t care about them one little jot. Although if I’d have known Israel were playing Scotland on Thursday I might have been tempted to go to Haifa and watch. It’s only an hour away. – Read More-
They’re having a competition for jet pack, errr, people. Those who ‘fly’ around the place, almost like Iron Man but without the extreme levels of sophistication that only the truly talented, like the CGI dudes at major film studios, can really achieve. Robert Downey accelerates up past the ozone layer in 4 seconds whereas these – Read More-
Man plans, God laughs, what does EasyJet do? The errant daughter, the one that we banished to Germany because she’s deemed too evil to live in Britain, flew over to join us today, from Berlin. I was tracking the flight on the EasyJet system, which is in fact quite impressive and genuinely ‘live’. You press – Read More-
A third of under-25s in Britain do not drink alcohol. Not a drop. The rest address the whole ‘getting pissed’ thing with a disinterest verging on the plainly sensible. It’s almost as if they view binge-drinking, throwing up in Ubers, falling over drunk and waking up in the kerbside as some kind of bad thing. – Read More-
It had to happen. Man can only work, play, tour, run around like a headless chickens, baby-care for so long and then he (or in fact she, not in reference to any impending trans events coming soon in my life, but because women can get tired too) needs to rest. So we went to Russia – Read More-
…young and sweet only 17… that was me. In 1973. I was… the Dancing Queen! And I revisited 1973 last night for a friend’s 60th birthday party. It (thank fucking Christ) wasn’t fancy dress, but musically it was as as 1970s as a pair of ‘loon pants’, platform shoes and LSD. And thus was nostalgic. – Read More-