So I’m walking along the Embankment, on my way to work yesterday, and the sun’s shining and the River’s gleaming and the Shard is… errr… Sharding and Big Ben is… just behind me. And all is well with the world. Mainly because I was walking. The cars were jammed up in both directions. Not that – Read More-
Last week Spurs lost a midweek game to Liverpool. I didn’t give a damn. Nobody gave a damn. Probably some of the players did but the manager didn’t. He played a second string team, gave some youngsters a run-a-bout and the match was hardly mentioned. Because it was in the EFL Cup. What? Who? Where? – Read More-
Ok, so just imagine, for a moment, a possible scenario. The Royal Fam. are all together for a lunch, a party, a gathering. Maybe to watch the Bake Off final together, or see Ed Balls on Strictly. Maybe they do that. THEY ARE HUMAN! So they must do normal shit too at times. You can’t – Read More-
Ok, that’s it, I’m simply not going to cast my vote in next week’s Presidential election. I refuse. I abstain. Ok, I don’t actually get a vote, as such, but… errr… yeah, well, good point. No vote. Thank God for that. Who the fuck are Americans going to vote for? The brain-damaged molester? Or the – Read More-
Went to see ‘Motown: The Musical’ last night. Brilliant. Ish. Very ‘ish’. In fact much more ‘ish’ than brilliant. Because its a formula now. Jersey Boys (Frankie Valley: the musical), Sunny Afternoon (Kinks: the musical), Beautiful (Carole King: the musical), Queen: the Musical (Queen; the musical)… ya get the picture. And of course the music’s – Read More-
The Brexit vote, that fateful day that has so far increased the price of an Apple Mac by £300 and dropped the pound 20% against the dollar and the Euro (funny money used by the garlic eaters of Western Europe and the racists and anti-semites of Eastern Europe), was on June 23rd. Since that day, – Read More-
West Ham United are struggling to find sponsors for their new stadium. Currently named ‘the London stadium’, in honour of the city they stole it from, the club are desperate to find ‘that deal’ but have now almost exhausted all the middle eastern airlines with no sign of success. They’re now approaching Stanley Knives to – Read More-
So today’s the day. Canadian Delivery Day. Young Justin Trudeau, pinup boy for the French speaking prime ministers of the world, is being delivered to Brussels. To finalise the ‘trade deal’ between the fine nations of Canada and… er… and Europe, that’s been about 27 years in the making. So in jets Justin, pen in – Read More-
The winner in the ‘New Runway’ competition (part 724) is… (pause for effect, like they do in bake-off)… is… HEATHROW!!!!! Oh, that’s brilliant!!! Isn’t it? Well I’m first going to put on my ‘person living in London, thankfully nowhere near fucking Heathrow’ hat. Its a Spurs hat. I only have Spurs hats. And in that – Read More-
So two poofs walk into a bakery… Sounds like the start of a joke. But is in fact the start of a really long and protracted court case, decided, finally, yesterday in Belfast. Wedding-cake-gate. Or Wedding-cake-gay, as it may be here. A man, let’s suppose he’s Northern Ireland’s leading gay rights activist, because he is, – Read More-