A young woman was sentenced yesterday for… being a grabby, greedy, lying, cheating, stealing compensation-whore. She claimed ‘whiplash’ after a car accident, debilitating, painful, agonising, exercise-preventing, immobilising… blah, blah, blah. And the next week posted online how she’d completed a 5k Obstacle race. Then a week later climbed the Sydney Harbour bridge, also on Facebook. – Read More-
Leonard Bernstein’s moving song states that ‘there’s a place for us’… ‘Somewhere’. The message being that sometimes you need to find a place which will accept you for what or who you are, but you may have to look far and wide to find it. Whether you’re a Puerto Rican in love with an Irish – Read More-
Well Rishi Sunak obviously reads my words. Which is why he’s now changed his Cop 27 status from ‘not going’ to ‘trying to find the time to attend’. Well, it was either reading me or Boris announcing his intended attendance. Either way, he kind’a has to go. Because although our ‘never-ending summer of climate change’ – Read More-
So here’s two headlines. The one on the right is from Yesterday’s Mail on Sunday. The one on the left from the Times this morning (I can only do the Mail once a week or my stomach won’t settle, my lungs pack up and my brain might actually start to think that what they write – Read More-
I think its time to re-kindle the football debate. Well, its not really a ‘debate’, just an ongoing argument and a collection of facts and data. All of which became much more palatable yesterday for some reason. Ok, a good reason. We won. But not just, like, ‘won’, in any easy, normal, predictable, dull sense – Read More-
There would appear to be an unofficial boycott of the Cop 27 climate conference, which starts in Egypt next weekend, by top level Brits. Like Trump used to ignore all such things when he was the POTUS, which fortunately he no longer is and hopefully, he never will be again. Rishi is simply too busy – Read More-
My old dad, may God rest his lovely soul, was a clever man. He managed to get rid of virtually all his assets long before he died. Gave it all to sick animals. And other relatives. The one beneficiary in your will you never need to actually write is ‘HMRC’. They’ll help themselves. There’s no – Read More-
Here’s a question: What is a mandate? Is it: A. A small flightless bird from Ecuador, nearing extinction, and best served with a guinea pig (well, it is ‘small’)? B. A website for gay men to hook up and find true love or at least cheap sex? C. The nation’s most overused term by really – Read More-
There are certain moments in a man’s life which are BIG. Milestones. Delights. Happiness. The day you get married. Passing your driving test. Possibly the day you get divorced. The birth of a child. Your first kiss. Unless its with Mr Frobisher, the maths teacher, then its a bit ‘eeeeuuuuwww’. Your grandchildren being born. But – Read More-
What do you do when its just pissing down with endless rain. Like, on my fucking tennis court! On a Sunday morning! And Mel has run off. Ok, gone to work, same thing. And left me, all alone. No nanny. No carer. No wardens. No play date. No tv because every single channel is talking – Read More-