Oh what a night. And I must say that I never realised quite what a massive impact this blog has on the 60 million people of our fine land. And even on a few Scots, not that that did much good. Because you read my words, my cautionary warnings that life under Ed Miliband would – Read More-
So its time to decide. Time to make up your mind and finally choose. Who is better: Ronaldo or Messi? The time for thinking is over, the endless almost mind-numbing saga of appeals and spin has finally (almost) reached its conclusion. And last night, against Bayern Munich, Little Leo showed me, personally, why he is – Read More-
Saw an interesting trailer for a new movie the other night. The Age of Adeline. And Adeline is born in 1908, marries, has a child, then at 25 years old has a ‘terrible accident’ in a car. The consequence of which (other than a really mashed up old car) was that she never ages. She – Read More-
I twisted my sodding ankle yesterday morning. The sun was shining, I’d missed tennis due to precipitation on Sunday, it was a bank holiday, so the Wolf-man and I rescheduled our fixture to yesterday morn. Perfect. And it was lovely, and it was dry and it was sunny and warm. And all was swimmingly super – Read More-
Yesterday we went to see the Zabludowicz Collection. Yeah, someone’s been collecting Zabludowiczes for years and put them in a cabinet in Kentish Town… Oh, not reaeaeaeaeallllly. Mr & Mrs Z (I can’t be arsed with writing that out every time) are wealthy art collectors. And they put their collection of modern art together in – Read More-
“Ok, someone in a pub tries to punch you in the face. You ‘raise hands’, deflect the blow, yielding so the punch follows through and unbalances the puncher, whilst moving to the side. You take the arm, put on an outside wrist-lock, twist it round, then step through the (would have been a) puncher with – Read More-
I want to save the planet. All by myself. I want to stop carbon emissions. I want nuclear power and an end to fossil fuels. I want no more birds with asthma. I want pollution to become an historical artefact. You don’t need to have factories spewing out shit from their chimneys; you can use – Read More-
Some stories just kind’a grab ya. Right in the cajones. Or, in the tits, perhaps. Or for Bruce Jenner, maybe both. Because its an amazing story. Of winning, of success, of fame, fortune and limitless plastic surgery, of attention-seeking taken to a stratospheric level and of the ultimate in bizarre. Bruce Jenner was an athlete. – Read More-
This is Yangyang. She’s what your mum would look like if you lived in Hong Kong. She looks like an Eastern version of Dustin Hoffman’s Tootsie. If you put an assault rifle in her hands she’d be Sarah Palin. But in fact she’s a robot. Wow! A robot! The latest in the ever-increasing push towards – Read More-
A phobia is an irrational fear of something. If you’re arachnophobic and you see a little spider dangling from its itty-bitty thread, you leap around screaming and breaking things until someone disposes of the animal. That’s a phobia. Its irrational. Makes no sense. An itty-bitty mider can’t hurt you, you know that. Ooooh, but its – Read More-