As the world approaches the possibility of entering Dante’s seven levels of all-fuckage, I have decided to share with you a personal survival plan, so you may still be alive this time next week!!!! Never mind war with Russia or the Iranian threat by sending in ‘proxies’ to damage people and property over here. Not – Read More-
My beloved car sent me a message. We do that. It a 2-way love thing. The message said: “FRONT LEFT INDICATOR BULB!!” in the warning box. Oh. That’s an issue. I remember back in the 70s on Esther Rantzen’s show (God rest her soul) about Volvos and their lights. One little sidelight bulb packing up – Read More-
I’m not just ‘a Londoner’, I am possibly ‘The Londoner’. Which I state matter of factly and with no condescension or implied superiority over those poor souls who sadly live in provincial towns and cities, sometimes even ‘up north’!!! You see, I just love London. Ok, north London. I don’t have that much to do – Read More-
It just had to happen. We were all prepared for the sheer inevitability that at some point, given enough games over enough years, even Spurs just HAVE to win one. And we did. Furthermore; it was at home!!! The place where most teams do a high percentage of their winning. But not us. No. We – Read More-
A few weeks ago, at the Labour Conference, the BBC’s Chris Mason asked our Prime Minister what he thought of the just passed verdict that Manchester City were guilty on all 114 charges and what he thought their punishment might be. Well, we all know Burnham is a big football fan, a ‘mad’ Everton supporter – Read More-
It’s Saturday. My day of rest. It says so in the fucking bible, so it must be true. On the 7th day, blah, blah, blah. And being very observant of such things, this is my ‘day of rest’, so far. Tai Chi class; 8.15, peaceful, calm, almost restful, until the punching starts. Followed by tennis – Read More-
Sometimes, life is shit. I went to see my GP the other week because of some minor issues with… well, with my shit. Not biggy. Ok, no big deal. Just minor issues, yeah, that’s no problem, other issues? Naaaaah, nuffink to even bother your busy GP about; DO YOU THINK WE HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO – Read More-
So some geezer likes posting images and videos of himself in cool and exiting places and situations. I sort of get that. If you’re a total nob with nothing better to do and so ‘LOOK AT MEEEEEE’ that you can’t help yourself from standing on the crumbling overhanging precipice on an Alp, or dangling your – Read More-
Football’s back on. Today. Real football. Football that matters in my life. Defines my life. And today, following a stupidly long ‘international break’, the Premier League plays once more. I no longer have to suffer giving my quasi-support to England and having all the glory of 7-nil wins and fabulous, flowing play and winning games. – Read More-
That’s because I’m an Englishman. Or am I??? According to the Reform UK party current line, I may be ‘British’, but not fully ‘English’. Shame, because I love a full English. Yet Suella Braverman, whatever she eats for breakfast, remains firmly attached to this structure. She’s British, because she was born here, but not English – Read More-