I wish I could get excited about the new football season. It starts next Saturday!!! And yet… and yet… And yet as with so many things in this mid-Covid world, it is tainted. Diluted. Reduced. And as normally a person who not only has his glass ‘half full’, but always the top half at that, – Read More-
I play a lot of tennis. And we have very strict rules. Very strict. No points to be scored. That’s the first rule. No serving. No bouncing the fucking ball for 10 minutes between play. No changing of ends, unless its to even out the sun-tan. No swearing will NOT be allowed. (Intentional use of – Read More-
I been busy. Watching old music on tv. You can never have too much. Though its not only the old music. For that I’d just watch Top of the Pops 1964 to 1975 and stop watching when the Osmonds or Suzi Quattro comes on. In fact I fast forward until ABBA come on with Waterloo. – Read More-
Imitation used to be the sincerest form of flattery. No more. Not in this hypersensitive atmosphere of post-woke, Covid-rich, ultra-correct, nouveau-intolerance. Now its called ‘cultural appropriation’. And is ILLEGAL!!!! Adele posts a picture of her new hair-do and I thought; ‘that looks stupid’. But everyone else thought ‘NOOOOO!!!! That’s an AFRICAN hair-style and you ain’t – Read More-
The City is still in a state of near death. Yet oddly enough the tube is definitely getting busier. Not, like jammed, rammed and slammed, praise be, but, like 10 people on a carriage now instead of one. Or two. So where are all the tube travelers going? If not to work? They didn’t look – Read More-
Golfers describe a shot they need to take as perhaps, ‘4 iron, 70%’, naming the club needed and the amount of power required. Gotta be long enough but don’t want to overhit. In tennis, that being a proper sport, a real, running-round, sweating type gig, we don’t use such things. Because we don’t have time – Read More-
Because I’m the ultimate, post-modernist, post-feminist, urbane, right-on, woke kind of dude, many people assume I would be a vegan. Ok, only when I’m wearing sandals, obviously, and when sporting a benevolent, beautific kind of almost-sincere smile, but in fact I’m not. I’ll eat road-kill if its reasonably fresh. Raw and on-the-bone. With fur. So – Read More-
I don’t really do religion. Not in any meaningful way. Because I don’t think slagging off people’s deep-felt beliefs counts as ‘meaningful’ in any real sense. However enjoyable it may be. But my problem is not religion as such, they’re the symptom, the problem starts with God. Everything starts with God, we are led to – Read More-
Leo Messi, the greatest footballing Argentinian the world has every seen, although some think that should be cheating fat little coke-head, Maradona, looks set to leave his ‘home’. Lionel Messi wasn’t born in Barcelona but he’s lived there since he joined their famous and fabulous youth academy when he was an amazingly prodigious talent, at – Read More-
In light of the recent scandal at the BBC, where those fat, middle-class white people finally saw the light and will NOT be singing the terrible, racist, xenophobic, slave-trade-throwback lyrics to either ‘Land of Hope and Glory’, or ‘Rule Britannia’, there has been uproar by the lovers of the ‘Proms’. Who are also, by sheer – Read More-