The King is dead: long live the King!!! (or Queen!!!… possibly both, neither, a King who identifies as a Queen, a Queen who identifies as ‘Nigel’, whatever). And Boris is dead. Figuratively. He has resigned (AT FUCKING LAST!!!) So Long Live… (Enter your option here) and send to: The biggest bunch of back-stabbers, Judases, suck-ups, – Read More-
The Clash said it so beautifully: “should I stay or should I go”. Yet neither Joe Strummer nor Mick Jones was ever the Prime Minister. Not even close. They had too much integrity, were too honest and, probably, spat a bit too much in public for higher office. And when the Clash fought the law, – Read More-
Ya gotta love Boris. Ok, you don’t. You probably need to hate the man but his bumbling charm takes effect on even the biggest detractors. Which is me. But amidst the various crises which have occurred during his tenure at Number 10, there is a pattern of responses employed by our esteemed PM and his – Read More-
There are few things in life more scary than a serious and dull and even seriously dull Leader of the Opposition trying to look relaxed and cool and hip and groovy at the Pride march. And his worst crime: smiling. An act which requires the use of various muscle groups that in Kier Starmer’s face, – Read More-
They say that ‘power is an aphrodisiac’ but it would appear that its ability to increase sexual desires and potency has no effect on those upon whom those desires are directed. Other than revulsion, possibly fear and disgust. Well, it does in the Conservative Party, where in this year alone, no less than 5 ministers – Read More-
We’re all used to cabinet ministers ‘resigning’. Normally it is done with a heavy heart and a massive Boris boot-print right in the small of their backs. And we’re also kind of inured to the ‘typical scandals’ which afflict Westminster on a regular basis. Cash for questions, dodgy accounting in the ‘expenses’ department, fathering illegitimate – Read More-
Now here’s a picture to fill your heart. The world’s best tennis player (as of the taking of this pic the world rankings became totally irrelevant), and possibly the most gorgeous one, decked out in the livery of her beloved football team. My beloved football team. Your beloved football team (if you have sense, style, – Read More-
Is there life after football? One of the deep questions philosophers have pondered through the millennia. “I think therefore I don’t play for Chelsea” was Descartes’ early foray into punditry before he gave it up and invented graphs. Aristotle must have been a Liverpool fan to come up with “Happinessis is the whole purpose of – Read More-
In case you missed it, our Prime Minister has spent the last 18 months defending himself against accusations of various varieties of terrible behaviour, often that defence resulting in blatant lies. Lying to us (bad), lying to parliament (simply not done), lying to everyone, to the point where as well as his seemingly endless list – Read More-
We need to clarify the rules on life in America, following the Supreme Court decision to overturn the infamous ‘Roe vs Wade’ case and allowing all the good ole boy, bible-bashin’, Dukes of Hazard, Trump-supportin’, Confederate flaggin’ states to immediately make abortion completely illegal. Praise the Lord. Once again we can render, in one simple – Read More-