I went to the cinema on Saturday night, for the second time in about 2 weeks. Or the second time in about 2 years, whichever you prefer. There were big queues for popcorn, so we didn’t get. And in the absence of ‘eating’ you have to wear your mask. So I had to pretend to – Read More-
If you’re a small, weedy, pimply, probably bespectacled, nerdy, sand-kicked-in-yer-face, mummy’s-boy type and outside your front door you can see the school bully and his six best mates from the rugby team and boxing squad, all doing their marshal arts training in their beefy, muscly, deep-voiced way, would that be cause for concern? Would it – Read More-
To all those Spurs fans who went up to Leicester on a shitty, rainy, cold January night in support of a team who have not given too much cause for celebration in recent weeks, in the hope of seeing something special, something out of the ordinary, something even spectacular, I hope you enjoyed it. To – Read More-
Without wishing to appear smug or presumptive (both of which I excel at), Britain is doing very well in the Covid game. Ok, its the long game, but 2 years down the line and we’re kind’a getting ‘there’. Where, exactly, ‘there’ might actually be located we’re not 100% sure yet, but on January 26th they’re – Read More-
Nadine Dorries! I mean, Nadine Dorries!!! How dare she??? The Secretary of State for… well, lots of stuff, but ‘telly’ is included so we’ll skip the rest for current purposes, has not merely declared war on the BBC, but actually administered the death knell! And although no-one actually gives a shit for that antiquated, totally – Read More-
I had flu yesterday. It was horrible. Terrible. Debilitating. I was fit for nothing other than lying in bed feeling awful. My skin hurt. All of it. Ok, playing tennis probably didn’t help it but in my defence I didn’t realise what was going on at that point. I tested myself, even though I already – Read More-
Helleow, I’m you’re Queen. Elizabeth. You know the one. Old. Wrinkly. Sweet. Royal. And I wish to address you, the entire population of my nation, on the matter of ‘the son who cannot be named’. The Un-Son, but not in the heroic sense. And I am deeply, profoundly saddened to have to announce that as – Read More-
I should have been a superhero. No question at all. I should have been Superman. Possibly Batman (though his own ‘superpower’ was excessive wealth, and I wouldn’t object to that), maybe ‘Flash’, for obvious and ambiguity reasons, I was never that keen on Thor or Green Lantern because I was worried if I dropped my – Read More-
I hate it when I get things right. I hate those ‘I told you so moments’ because anyone can be right. The whole point of these pages is to be as wrong as possible as often as possible. Where’s the fun in being right? After Boris’s disastrous vote in December when 99 of his own – Read More-
On behalf of all Serbians the world over, I’d like to offer a statement of congratulations to our brother and son, Novax Djokovic for his ‘biggest victory of all time’ in the courthouse in Melbourne yesterday. He has always been a ground breaker and a champion of many causes but yesterday was indeed a high – Read More-