Remember my name. I wanna live foreverrrrrr… Do you want to live forever? I’m not sure if it was turning 60 wot done it but I find myself far more interested in articles and debates about assisted dying than I am about ‘living 30 years longer!’ Because who wants to live as a cabbage? With – Read More-
That’s it then. Its over. Football’s finished for another ‘year’. Manchester City won the league. In case you missed that. Happened (really) in November but to please the statisticians they weren’t awarded the title officially til last month. There was no question in anyone’s mind. Lots of questions about neighbouring Manchester United though. Like ‘how – Read More-
The timing was perfect. I was always arguing with Debi about ‘her fucking boyfriend!!’ and she moaned similarly with me. Which seems fair but only from my side of things. Susan was bemoaning lack of quality time, though she didn’t say if that was ‘good quality’ or ‘shit quality’, just the time, and Ivani kept – Read More-
I have a hedge. Its a lovely hedge. Its made from beech trees. Which, unlike the more normal privet hedges, are deciduous. You bored yet? Gardening?? I’ve never written gardening before because… because… because I haven’t. But its fascinating? exciting? scintillating? erotic? well, its about gardens an’ shit, innit? And you have to have something – Read More-
When Spurs lost to West Brom on Saturday I cried. Metaphorically, literally, copiously, voluminously, uncontrollably, desperately, depressingly. In sheer frustration, despair, anguish, anxiety, despondency and because I was really fucking pissed off. We’d managed to lose a game, seconds before the final whistle, to the worst team in the country (at the time) and in – Read More-
I find myself suddenly in the unique and somewhat uncomfortable position of agreeing with Donald J Trump. He of the world’s largest signature, most flamboyant combover and (usually) the most moronic comments. But this was no tweeted soundbyte. This was no twice-repeated and thus thrice-meaningless phrase. This was a speech. With whole words and sentences – Read More-
We’re a nation plagued by weather. And surprised by all of it. We’re all familiar with British Rail’s definition of ‘the wrong kind of snow’ (white, falls from the sky, cold, bit wet…) and particular types of rain (the eskimos have 100 words for snow, even the ones who don’t work for Eskimo Rail; we – Read More-
Donald Trump is a plonker, we all know that. An orange one. And he talks in phrases, which he repeats. So he doesn’t forget what he’s just said, in case it was important, which it invariably wasn’t. He can’t handle whole sentences and so entire concepts are quite frankly beyond his capability. Which all put – Read More-
Just the last word on the local elections. Which were, apparently, all over England. None of the bits that don’t count, Scotland, Wales, Ireland, just us. And more specifically in London, where Labour did shit. Because Labour’s eventual plans for London, should they ever (god forbid a thousand times) come to power in what will – Read More-
So, according to the party leaders, these were the undisputed winners of the two-and-a-half major political parties. Sorry, I can’t give that shambles of Lib-Dems more than a half, and that’s being generous. The Tories won. Labour won. And the Lib dems won. That’s it and its conclusive and final. Because all can in fact – Read More-