It’s a BIG day today. Humongous. Yeah, its July 4th, the day when any American with any sense will look at their president and rue the day that the British were cast from their shores. But there’s bigger things than Trump. Even bigger than Trump’s hair. Because today represents the absolute and total distillation of – Read More-
It’s an old family motto. All families descended from the shtetls of Poland have family mottos. And coats of arms, family ‘piles’ in the countryside (ours is a mud hut outside Omsk; nice in July). And the Conway motto is: “I stand therefore I play tennis.” I would say it in Latin but you wouldn’t – Read More-
Things are, kind’a, almost, sort of, coming round to some kind of ‘normal’. When the pubs open on Saturday that will be a massive boost to normality. Even though it’ll be different. And even though I probably will be no more likely to visit one than I have to any extent for about 20 years. – Read More-
So on Thursday night, LIverpool won the league. They weren’t actually playing, they didn’t need to. The inevitable happened because Manchester City failed to win at Chelsea. And thus were unable, even in the theoretical, hypothetical world in which Liverpool lose all their remaining games and City win all of theirs, to snatch the title – Read More-
Joey doesn’t wear dresses. Yet. But in line with contemporary, inclusive, non-judgmental, gender-neutral, freedom-of-choice-for 1-year-olds, zeitgeisty thinking, should little JoJo choose to dress in the clothes normally assigned to a non-binary gender of the traditionally menstruating classes, then dresses he will wear. To prevent such an action is ILLEGAL. Boys will be boys. Unless they – Read More-
The Story. Rebecca Long Bailey, hard-left, stroppy northern uber-Corbynite loser of the last Labour leadership contest (she’s going on ‘Britain’s got Talent’ next week to see if she can do a bit better), has been sacked from her shadow cabinet post. Because she re-tweeted a post from Maxine Peake, an actress I’ve never heard of – Read More-
The Premier League has 20 football teams. And after their 3 month hiatus, it would appear that only one of those can actually remember how to play. Manchester (fucking) City! As a minor ‘aside’, Manchester City is owned by various Emirates. Sheikh Mansoor is the nominal ‘chairman’ of the club, which he funds in the – Read More-
So Boris (et al) have been pretty consistent, since way back in March, with their convictions, coronavirus-wise. Work/don’t work. Work from home/go into the office/preferably at home. Keep your distance/move closer/not too close/preferably 2 metres, though 1 is acceptable but only with ‘PLUS’ attached to it. Go to work/don’t get on tubes/buses/trains. Don’t drive/drive if – Read More-
Back in the 1980s a rugby player switched from Rugby League (horrible, nasty, northern game) to Rugby Union (lovely, gentlemanly, southern game, even though there are some similarities) and represented England. He was a wonderful wing. Fast. In that ‘how can you be that fast when you’re that big’ kind of way that only rugby – Read More-
Football’s back. My life once again has meaning and purpose. Direction. Motivation. Excitement. Black Lives Matter. Fans made of cardboard. Brilliant. And watching Spurs last night play Manchester United, I realised what this cruel and heartless lockdown had been depriving me of for the last 3 months. What I’ve really been missing. Frustration. Anger. More – Read More-