We went to see a quite amazing ‘thing’ last night. It was at the theatre. But it wasn’t a ‘show’. Nor a play. And it wasn’t a concert or recital. Nor a ‘reading’. Nor a football match. Definitely not one of them. I’d have recognised it immediately. It was a ‘thing’. Called ‘the pianist of – Read More-
Who was the biggest genius of all time? Me? Isaac Newton? Stephen Hawking? That taxi driver who won Mastermind? Leonardo da Vinci? Charles Darwin? Elvis? Or Albert Einstein? ‘The Boss’, as I call him. Because quite frankly, where true ‘genius’ is concerned, pure ‘understanding’ of things that most even clever people barely understood to be – Read More-
On the BBC they gathered a group of 20 people, ‘common members of the public’, to discuss ‘Europe’. The exit. Or not. Ok, they were northerners, from Stafford or some such, but they didn’t seem overly dense or homeless or anything you’d normally expect. And at the end, these fairly intelligent people with interesting points – Read More-
I think the best way to get your head around the current wave of pan-European protests about football ticket prices is to first view the phenomenon of ‘the Testimonial Match’. To put things in their correct perspective. This is what happened; back in the day. Kids would leave school at 14, they were grubby, grimy, – Read More-
Gwyneth Paltrow has been stalked for 17 years. The man wanted to marry her, also to kill her, blow her up, cleanse her of sin. He bought her clothes, earrings and stuff. Oh, that’s not a stalker, Gwynnie, that’s called ‘a husband’. They love ya, they hate ya; its all part of the game (the – Read More-
“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT ON YOUR COMPUTER???” “OPEN THIS DOOR!!!” “I’m just looking at porn, honest”. “SHOW ME YOUR SCREEN NOW!!!” “Look, I told you, its just lesbian anal threesomes with baseball bats and engine oil” “WHAT’S ON THAT OTHER SCREEN; THAT ONE THERE!!!” “Its nuffink; Kazakhstani choir boys with Catholic priests and donkeys, – Read More-
A few years back a parcel arrived at home for me. Addressed to me; my name, my address. Ooooohhh, I thought, must be my birthday!!! Even though it was in November and my birthday’s in June. So I opened ‘my’ package and in it was delighted to find half a dozen puke yellow polo shirts, – Read More-
I have a cold. A stinking, rotten, bacteriarised, virus-laden, snotty, bunged-up fucking cold. A man-cold. Women don’t get them. They have no idea quite how severe such a condition is. Man-colds are medically proven to be very severe, incredibly life-threatening and rather miserable. But they only affect men. Clinically tested. The only functions that remain – Read More-
Every few years events happen that are massive. That are memorable. That are simply out of the ordinary. A total eclipse. A pod of whales swimming down the Thames. Meteorite storms. The Queen turns 120. Or Spurs find themselves ahead of Arsenal in the league. After August. Such an event occurred last night. Astronomers are – Read More-
Ever read any Harlen Coban? American writer. Thrillers. Well, he writes really cool, twisty, never-guess-the-who/what/why books, like Tell No-one, which was made into a French film many years ago, and he writes the Myron Bolitar series (his world is just full of bizarrely named people) about a detective, albeit a rather unusual one. I’ve read – Read More-