You see; it’s all about aspirations and expectations. It’s all about appreciating your place in the world and not overstepping the mark. Ok, it’s good to pursue higher goals, stretch yourself and challenge the greats. But to pursue higher goals, you have to score them. (See below, after the obligatory motivational speak-bollocks, soul-searching, target-driven, philosophico-marketing – Read More-
So we head to the beach, Lila, Joey and me, with our buckets and spades and moulds and… and shit. And we dig. And we build, and we create, and we throw sand around and watch water drain away, and its all great fun. And then everyone says to me: oh, that’s so nice you – Read More-
I love a European city. All of ‘em. So Cadiz qualifies therefore I love it. They all have fabulously long and intricate histories involving invading hordes of pretty much everyone who had a boat, wars, Royalty, more wars, armadas, castles dating back thousands of years and tapas. Ok, I suppose only Spain gets the tapas – Read More-
So the plan is; you’re having a big birthday sometime soon. Very big birthday. So fucking big that for the first time in your life you’re suddenly aware of certain realities which may have been sort of ‘ignored’ on the rapidly moving conveyor belt of life which had brought you this far. Like: I’m very – Read More-
I never doubted my team, not for a moment, all season. Even when they were throwing away every game in the last seconds, finishing every game with 9 men on the pitch and slagging each other off in the press as we ploughed through a new manager every 3 months. I never doubted their skill, – Read More-
So sang… Maria?, possibly Tony, maybe both, in West Side Story. Neither were Spurs fans. And therefore knew absolutely NOTHING!!! about pain, suffering and uncertainty of the future. That movie did come in 1961, however, when Spurs won the double. So maybe that song was a premonition… of TONIGHT. When we’ll learn the fate of – Read More-
I’m standing outside the toilets in Debenhams, simply ‘bustin’ for a piss. I’ve been waiting here for 14 months, for the equality guidance report to be finished, so I know which toilet I can go in. None are currently marked ‘super-heroic, totally manly, testicles essential, boys-only, condoms sold here, geezers-with-nobs’ or anything vaguely alluding to – Read More-
Not only my football team are ‘on the brink’ of DESTRUCTION!!!, but this morning my beloved car presented me with this message! That car to me is like a third grandchild; a second wife (possibly first!!!). I would say a third daughter but this is the first time it’s given me any trouble so it’s – Read More-
You’re driving along the motorway, maybe listening to The Eagles, when two tyres simultaneously blow out, the car rolls, smashes into a wall. But miraculously… you’re OK!! You manage to climb out of the wreckage, shaken but not broken, feeling so lucky to be alive. And a dog comes by and bites you on the – Read More-
Mel loves Peonies. We all have problems. But like, she REALLY loves them. And they’re only around for a short season. So the cynical, demand-driven, bastard flower-sellers make them expensive. But not so expensive that if you love them you won’t buy them anyway. You’ll just eat less in peony season. I like them too. – Read More-