So we returned for the third and final time to the ice cream ‘parlour’ (fab term, not used since 1958, but delightful) and had my third and final flavour. In ‘Golda’ (the name of the store) they do ‘one scoop, half’n’half’. In fact they all do in Israel. Showing either the ultimate in civilisation, or – Read More-
Following the resignation of Lord Geidt, Boris Johnson’s ‘ethics advisor’, they may need to replace him with three new people. Mainly because Boris has, evidently, apparently and certainly, no clue about the subject whatsoever. He remains a morality-free-zone. And personally I couldn’t think of a harder job to do. But I’m going to try. Douglas – Read More-
I’m thinking of joining the strike. I know, I’m not a union member, not part of a collective, some might say ‘barely even works at all’, but that’s not fair, even if slightly true. I’m only qualified to strike because I own a Che Guevara t-shirt. But my bruvvers in the RMT are striking tomorrow, – Read More-
I love the State of Israel. I know that’s not a very woke position to adopt, but I don’t fucking care. I’m here and I just love it. Call me an old Zionist, call me ‘a supporter of an apartheit state!!!’, call me Doris for all I care, I still love it. When people hear – Read More-
So you’re on holiday and get the chance to hook up with some really good friends for dinner as they’re staying fairly nearby. And it happens to be your wedding anniversary too! So when they send the restaurant booking over, you google it to find the address and it comes up as “Restaurant Bla Bla: – Read More-
36 years ago today Mel took me to be her lawfully wedded liability. To have and to handcuff, in replacement surgery and in health, for poorer or more poorer, in sanity and insanity, from that day forth, etc, etc, etc. And here we are. This is what she looks like today. Barely a day older – Read More-
I want to talk shoes. I know, its not one of my normal obsessions, passions nor moans. Shoes are just… shoes. Sorry, Imelda, and sorry, Mel, I’ve never bought into that particular obsession. Until… the sandal scandal of 2021!! I was in Greece, by a pool, wearing flip-flops. No problem. Walked round to the supermarket – Read More-
The late, great Alan Coren wrote a book, about nothing in particular. He asked his publishers what to call it and about the cover. As we know, everyone judges books by their covers. The publishers told him that the best selling books are always about cats or golf or nazis. So he called his book – Read More-
It’s my birthday next week. And a highly significant one. Not in mere numeric terms where we obsess about numbers with a zero at the end or possibly a 5, but more in statutory terms. I’m to be 66. The birthday marking the becoming of two thirds of a devil. I am the Anti-Chr- And – Read More-
A win’s a win, right? In football you can ‘win dirty’, you can ‘win ugly’, you can do it any way you can, because then, to the victor the spoils. 3 points, job done, move on to the next match. Politics is different. I know that’s a shocker, but it is. Football is about fighting – Read More-