What a brilliant deal! Struck up by Donald Trump. The great peacemaker. A man so keen on acquiring the Nobel peace prize next year, that he’d sell his own mother if she gets invaded by rampaging Cossacks! And the tragedy of that metaphor is indicative of the great unfairness, the moral disgrace and the complicity – Read More-
We’re in the final countdown for the THE BUDGET!!!! Not just any old budget but a MASSIVE one with block capitals and exclamation marks. Because never before have a government, however incompetent they may have appeared at the time, spent so much time, effort and energy on dithering around speculating on every single facet of – Read More-
It’s snowing outside my window. Remember snow? That white stuff we used to get at Christmas when Bing Crosby was still alive? Well, its mid-November, following the ‘mildest’ autumn in the entire history of mild autumnal things’, when just last week we were sunbathing on Tower Bridge and diving into the River to cool off – Read More-
I’d just like to say, that if you’re blessed with footballing skills, if you are ‘sheer class’ on any footy pitch, if you’re a Sunday league Glenn Hoddle, more skilful than Liam Brady, more elegant than Zidane, stronger than Vieira, more aggressive than Roy Keane (that would involve weapons), then it is enduring. That is – Read More-
I still haven’t quite gotten over dinner in Narbonne. I don’t think I’ll ever fully ‘get over it’ really. Last night at dinner time I emptied the freezer, cooked the lot, set it along the entire kitchen worksurfaces with the entire contents of all the larders and declared the buffet open. I’m scarred by the – Read More-
This was an incredible experience. Food. Mainly. But the whole deal was quite remarkable. And this place is rammed full. And it books up months in advance, with seating for about 500 people. All in wonderful, cut-glass, shiny silver comfort. They even have a dress code. To avoid grotty French plebs from rolling up dressed – Read More-
I’d just like to say that I have no desire to be the leader of the Labour Party. I’ve spoken to Wes Streeting and he doesn’t want the job either. In fact, I think it safe to say, no-one wants that fucking awful job whilst our proudly Labour government is doing such a terrible job – Read More-
Ok, the boss of the Beeb has resigned. The head of news; gone. So that’s taken care of the ‘bias’ then. Hah! Its over. The problem’s gone. The BBC will now forevermore sit on the proverbial fence of impartiality and dispense news untainted by bias, preconception, prejudice or political direction. As fucking if. There’s bias – Read More-
There’s always accusations of ‘bias’ at the BBC. I’ve found this myself with Match of the Day showing Spurs matches that we lose. That’s very upsetting and the entire tone of the reporting, calling us ‘useless’ and ‘lacking direction’ and ‘fucking crap’, although possibly true, is unfairly discriminatory and causes me ongoing mental health issues. – Read More-
To err is human, to forgive, divine. Allegedly. But its contextual. One ‘error’ is forgivable. Two or more speaks of incompetence or conspiracy. Especially, when its the government making all the mistakes. First we had ‘suit-and-specs-gate’ when the Prime Minister suddenly went from looking like a low-rent, part-time bookkeeper with a gambling habit to like – Read More-