Manchester City are the reigning champions of the Premier League. And we beat them. So why don’t they just award us the title now and be done with? Seems fair to me. Avoid all that ‘personal space’ problem that matches bring. 64,000 people screaming their lungs out simultaneously shouldn’t present any problems, should it? Yesterday – Read More-
Further to these preposterous allegations made against me in the New York courts, I would like to finally make a statement. Clear the air. Answer the critics. And other anti-royal bastards. I thought I’d already made my position very very clear on this entire matter in the Emily Maitlis interview. In which I stated, categorically – Read More-
It’s finally happened. Lionel Messi, not just the world’s best footballer (sorry, Christiano, but he really is) but possibly the best footballer EVERRRRRR, has left his home forever. Leo was ‘born’ in Barcelona. Ok, not actually delivered into this world there but we really don’t care about the messy bits. He went there when a – Read More-
When did the world become so pedantic? So obsessive? So horribly, stupidly, ridiculously petty? And nothing provokes emotions more than food. So some idiotic blogger (they’re all fuckin’ eejuts, the lotto’v ‘em) or podcaster decided that ‘enough is enough!!!’, we’re no longer going to be allowed to use the word… ‘curry’. But… but… but… curry’s – Read More-
So I’m obsessed. Addicted. Devoted. The Olympics, which never excite me any more than new electric car charging points at Arsenal’s stadium, simply take over my life once they start. I don’t watch it, but then see some on the news. And then see more in hilights programs which just come on. And then it – Read More-
So I’m happy to reduce my carbon footprint. I haven’t been on a plane for 19 months. Because of my respect for Greta Thundberg. Oh, ok, there’s a covid factor in there but my adherence to every syllable the horrible Swedish schoolgirl mumbles remains absolute. I only drive a petrol car any time I want – Read More-
I’m a total devotee of token gesturism, much as I love a bit of hypocrisy, get high on stupidity and as for boycotts? Love ‘em to bits. My shelves are now totally empty of clothes, food, even toilet rolls. I’ve boycotted everybody and I’m sure they’re all regretting their actions now!! Bastard fascists, imperialists, child-labour-hirers, – Read More-
Even in the 1960s there were rules. Of sorts. There was a new morality, which was to some extent a vast immorality as ‘free love’ (read: free sex) became the slogan of the era. Now you always have to pay for love. One way or another. I’ve been watching the Eric Clapton rockumentary. It’s brilliant. – Read More-
After a couple of weeks of the Olympics, you kind of get used to everyone you look at being lean, fit, muscular, possibly tattooed, with a major league 6-pack, thighs of steel and a BMI of 24. It’s like watching Love Island with IQs. And then come certain sports which make you realise that not – Read More-
Here I am, back from my break. Mental health never better, I feel like a totally new aardvark. Full of health and sniffing round for ants. Well, its a cure of sorts, nothing’s perfect. Not even the three-headed angel which has followed me since my cure. And the Olympics rolls on even without Simone Biles – Read More-