Ok, forget yoga and tai chi guaranteeing that you live forever with the body of a Greek God and the brain of Einstein. It don’t work. Not today, apparently. No matter how many ‘warrior’ poses you perform, how long you spend in ‘downward dog’, you’re gonna be a fat bastard but without the wherewithal to – Read More-
I suppose the question is: how much sport can you watch? Coupled with: and what are the priorities? Because I normally watch Wimbledon religiously. But this year my god has deserted me. Or perhaps been replaced by a bigger god, the World Cup, the MOAG. Mother Of All Gods. An interesting phrase that the more – Read More-
Its comin’ home, its comin’, football’s comin’ home… (rinse and repeat. And repeat and repeat and repeat until your phone simply has no further capacity for alternative takes on ‘its coming home’ and won’t free up the space to take 17 more photos of Lila!!) The team done good. Our boys was mangificent. At the – Read More-
England are the only ‘non-European’ football team left in the world cup. With the loss of Brasil yesterday to Belgium, there ended the ‘rest of the world’s’ contribution to the games. I love Brasil and always have; they have a magic about the way they play that is truly unique to them. But Neymar, in – Read More-
Theresa May will NOT be attending the World Cup final, should England proceed that far. She will definitely NOT be going if we’re out before then. Fortunately, Harry Kane is NOT part of this strong political stance and WILL be attending, should the unthinkable actually occur. But no Theresa. What a tragic loss for the – Read More-
The best thing about Lila Days is that you get to play with Lila all day. The worst things about Lila Days is when they start. I know you can’t have ‘too much of a good thing’ but at the 5.20 call this morning I had to keep reminding myself of that. And I know – Read More-
I’ve never really understood the literal message of the whole ‘football’s coming home’ thing. Great song, wonderful sentiment but football is at home. Well it is in my home, all the bloody time (as Mel would say). Its here. In England. Home. Obviously it means the World Cup is coming ‘home’. Yes, the Jules Rimet – Read More-
Now I know what it must feel like to be Swiss. To be someone who is ‘neutral’. Not in a gender way, though that’s very popular at the moment, but in a life way. To be neutral. To spend your life sitting on fences, being impartial and enjoying the security and comfort that whatever happens – Read More-
Ok, I’m convinced, this world cup is the best ever. Firstly because its happening right now and all the others, even the 1966 one, happened years ago, but also because its just brilliant. I never wanted to like it, I didn’t think Russia should benefit from the prestige of hosting a world cup whilst they’re – Read More-
The world needed a new word, and here it is: foneley. Its neat, succinct, durable(?), errr… washable, comes with a 2-year warranty and is very flexible in usage. Foneley Harry Kane would’a kept that shot down. Foneley I could have caught the earlier train. Foneley that tennis ball would have stayed the right side of – Read More-