I’m not ready for the football season yet. Unfortunately, it would appear, neither are Spurs. We’re stuck in ‘1-goal hell’. We score one goal per game. That’s it. If we’re playing a really shit team, like poor Palace, then its enough to win. If the team are a little better than that, like, say Everton, – Read More-
Phah! Kids! Ha! (That’s my ration of exclamation marks until November.) When kids are young they like repetition. If a game’s great, play it again. If they like a book or story, read it again. No, let’s try this one, darling. NOOOOOO, WANT DAT ONE ‘GEN. You know what its like. You’ve read the Hungry – Read More-
Wow! I’ll say it again: wow!! Went to see Yerma last night. Issa play, innit. Something I try to avoid at all times, normally. But these aren’t normal times. Generally, if the tabloid press give a production ‘rave reviews’, it means there’s nudity, probably a lot of farce and tons of swearing. If the broadsheet – Read More-
Much as I have no time for statisticians; those evil, mercenary, sold-to-the-highest-bidder quasi know-alls who can ‘prove’ whatever the hell they want, depending on who is paying for the ‘independent research’, I have endless time for proper scientists. And you kind’a need endless time really, when contemplating the universe… Astronomers have found a new planet. – Read More-
This is Jeremy Corbyn. He’s a tosser. Possibly The Tosser. And that’s a very heavy mantle to earn. But Jezza is certainly in contention with his latest act of stupidity and ignorance. He boarded a Virgin train to Newcastle. I don’t know why. To take coal (not even funny any longer as they haven’t done – Read More-
They’re voting today in California. Not whether to elect Jeremy Corbyn as the still leader of the Totally Worthless Party, they’re fortunately spared that rubbish over there. They’re voting on whether to legalise cannabis for ‘recreational purposes’. Not for procreational purposes, though they may be related. Nor for recreational vehicles which shouldn’t be driven under – Read More-
Now the Olympics is officially and forever over, the stomach-crunchers give way to the number-crunchers to see who can perform the best statistical analysis of the results. And whatever way you crunch them, America won. Ok, the Russians had overdosed their way out of most of the sports and some (particularly me) reckoned they should – Read More-
He did it. Mo. Our Mo. Not Mo the Uber driver, (one of 42,539 ‘Mos’ they have on their books), nor Mo the cook in the take-away, Mo the Imam nor Mo the builder’s mate. No. Mo. Mo Farah. Best runner in the world. Since that Finnish dude back before I was born. Ok, the – Read More-
This has been the best Olympic Games for at least 4 years. London was special. Because it was in London, obviously. But Rio is brilliant. I can’t get enough. Other than golf, football, tennis, for reasons previously spouted, and Greco-Roman wrestling, because its silly and Taikwando, because its really dull. Other than that: wow. Brilliant. – Read More-
I wake up in the morning, reluctantly, unhappily (I love sleeping) and earl-ily when Mel plonks a cup of tea next to me (bless that saintly woman) and announces in her bouncy, early-morning-manic kind of way, that she’s off to swim. She’s leaving me for David Lloyd. Again. This is often accompanied by the delicate – Read More-