London is ‘blessed’ with 3 airports. Luton, which is about 70 miles from London, and has that inbred rustic feel to it since they shut the Vauxhall factory down and left the place to the ‘natives’. Its about as ‘London’ as Beirut. Yet is convenient to get to. Then there’s Heathrow or The Big One, – Read More-
Another year over. Almost. Christmas symbolises a kind of ‘getting ready to welcome the new year’, a process that gives a week of reminiscing about the old one before the new one starts. Which also means most of the journalists can have the week off as all the papers publish for 7 days is lists – Read More-
the following contains scenes of violence and brutality and there’s bad language from the start. We’re all used to such warnings before news reports and tv programmes. They’re all over the tv. 20 years ago you’d have work out all by yourself that a report from Syria in the wake of a bombing would probably – Read More-
previously on THFC Blue… After Gareth went ran off to Spain to be with Christiana, Daniel was bereft and Andrea the Very Beautiful was trying everything to make him happy once more. She brought in loads of hopeful replacements but it just wasn’t having the desired effect and Daniel became miserable. Ok, even more miserable – Read More-
Here’s an interesting fact (may be true, may be fabricated, you’ll never know). For Mandela’s funeral and ensuing festivities, ITV sent 17 people over to South Africa to cover the event. The BBC sent 120. What the f–??? Because they don’t care. Because its public money (my frikkin money, let the truth be told) and – Read More-
Oh my lord, Nigella’s going to go to jail! She lost the court case. So now, instead of serving pig’s belly wrapped in a chocolate jus, with crustacean sauce, snail-shells and lark’s vomit, she’ll serve 3 to 5 for… for… for… No, wait a minute, she wasn’t actually on trial. Not at all. She was – Read More-
oh dear, what a faux pas de deux. What a blatant act of sexism loosely disguised as a compliment. Quel damage. Pauvre Lauren Blanc, the latest of a bunch of neanderthal Frenchmen to fall foul of the finikity feminist footballing fraternity. (Ok, it should be ‘sorority’ but the alliteration was simply irresistable). (And I didn’t – Read More-
I’ve found the answer. Not sure precisely what the question is, but the answer is painfully obvioius, simple, elegant and achieved by a laterality of thinking that would make Edward de Bono proud. London is the centre of the world. Well, certainly of my world. And, according to reports, of many other people’s too. So – Read More-
So here’s what you do: you get a manager to run your football team and you give him massisve power over finances, over training, over development and recruitment and you pay him a small fortune, the turnover of several small companies, to do his job. And then, after a relatively short period of time, you – Read More-
I had to attend a funeral yesterday afternoon. It was a horrible day, wet, cold and bleak. And standing on some little patch of desolate countryside in the northern reaches of the borough of Enfield as poor Uncle Charlie was laid to rest, all was fairly miserable and gloomy. Then I came home and watched – Read More-