Andy's Glasses

no time today; too fucking busy for this. and no gloating A xxxx

So we’re done with Goa. We are sooooo over Goa. Literally though cos we’re just flying out on the way to Mumbai. Only for a couple days, that’s all we have then home. And I love India. Be lovely when its finished. Which is the impression you get here. Of a massive work in progress. – Read More-

“Authorities are now worried about a new wave of terrorist attacks from ISIS.” Holy shit! Literally. Depending on your definition of ‘holy’, that is. I want to know how we’ll be able to discern this new wave from the old wave(s). At what point does Paris, Nice, Berlin become Istanbul? Are they different? Are some – Read More-

Ok another reason for loving India. This a really big, really profound one, transcending the normal, the cultural, even the spiritual. This is a big one. Since we’ve been here Spurs have played two matches. And won them both. By the same score. 4-1. Big wins. Dominating performances. Great results against at very least ‘stubborn’ – Read More-

I think I’ve ‘gone native’. A week in India, soaking up their history, eating their food, living their culture, its actually happened. Not that I’m some re-born Hindu (they’re all ‘re-born’; that’s the whole point of being a Hindu), mainly because I have difficulties with having one God. Having 14,000 gods fails to facilitate my – Read More-

India is soooo different. Wonderfully, loudly, brightly, olefactorily, different. It assaults the senses, all of them. Simultaneously. And at once. but you have to be careful. First there’s Delhi Belly. Then we left there and we’re in Goa. Where, presumably, you can get Goa Gut. Generally, you are careful of India Intestine. But the colours – Read More-

Udaipur, Rajasthan, India. Most gorgeous city in… in… well, anywhere. Other than Tottenham, which has its own, unique beauty. Because some geezer, not just a random geezer, but a Maharaja, about 500 years ago, built a palace here. Not like the one/two/three in Delhi, they were built by a conquering King, nor like the three/four/five – Read More-

Just when you thought 2016 had had its fill of taking our beloved stars away from us, with just 3 days left its shown us once again that ‘where there’s life there’s hope’. Or, in this case, where there’s life there’s death. Since the weekend we’d already lost Ray Parfitt, the famously blond Status Quo – Read More-

I went to a party in about 1986 at me mate Dom’s new flat. And I was the most famous person there (well, I certainly knew who I was, and how important I was). Until George Michael walked in. He was really famous by that time. Really famous. Wham’s finest player. He wasn’t gay yet. – Read More-

When we booked our India tour, our man in the UK was emailing the tour company in India to book everything, who then got back to him, who forwarded on to us… you get the picture. The subject line of the email originally sent by him was: “India tour for 2 white people”. Honest, that’s – Read More-