It’s a marmite issue. Brexit. Football. Strictly Come Prancing. Coronation Street. And marmite. Things that people love or hate. Yes or no. On or off. There’s no middle ground, there’s no ‘grey’, its totally divisive. And nothing more so than marmite, hence it wins the rights to claim metaphorical status for all things in that – Read More-
Fantastic thing in the paper about people getting fat. OldER people. Middle aged. Which I almost remember. Though not getting fat. So a bunch of 40 year-old Scandinavians were monitored for 13 years. What they ate, what exercise they did, how many calories consumed. There were both men and women and for such a long – Read More-
I’m still intrigued by the couple who won’t tell anyone, including their own parents, the gender of their baby. They want it to be ‘neutral’. Which is really nice and thoughtful. If you’re a vegan tree-hugger who likes seriously fucked up children who’ll need a lifetime’s therapy. Otherwise it is basically, using their child as – Read More-
Real men play tennis in the rain. FACT. Ok, maybe ‘in the drizzle’ because if balls get soggy, heavy, nasty, that ain’t no fun and the ground gets slippery so even my super K-Swiss, cross-tread, super-grip, climb-up-a-fucking-wall-like-Spiderman!!!! tennis shoes can’t really cope and that could spell disaster. At my age. But what about rugby? Holy – Read More-
About 5 years ago there was always a ‘Driving’ supplement in the Sunday Times. Only 8/10 pages, but its own thing, separate from the rest. So Jeremy Clarkson could wax lyrical about the latest hypercar that no-one reading the paper was ever going to afford and even if they could, there’s only 17 being produced – Read More-
It’s over. All the Brexit bollocks has finally reached an end, a conclusion, the pound’s recovered (a bit), the future looks rosy and everything is good again in the Kingdom. We have a deal! Ok, we have the basis of the fundamentals of the possibility of a mere chance of a deal, but even that – Read More-
So it was Lila-day and everything was… was Lila. The entire day revolves around this tiny little two-and-a-half (almost) year old bundle of manic enthusiasm. It is brilliant, it is endlessly funny and it is totally exhausting. And we have a rule in our house, as far as Lila is concerned, which is this: THERE – Read More-
I don’t really do religion. It’s just not my thing. I do Kultcheral religious stuff, because its part of our Kultcha, innit, and allows me to eat chopped liver and challah, the foods of the gods. But actual prayin’?? Naaaah. Praying in English, most of which I understand, always seems like total nonsense. Praying in – Read More-
And sometimes you just have to work. As it is written. And all that rushing round, getting into the City early, being busy busy, can be a bad thing. Ok, it may have its rewards (in one life or other) but it can prevent me from finding my ‘happy place’ and contemplating the world in – Read More-
These latest allegations against Boris (though you really REALLY have to be specific when allegations against Boris are concerned because there are just so many flying around at any time) are grossly unfair! The ones about the Mayor and the Blonde Tart. Sorry, Jennifer Arcuri wasn’t the Mayor. But we don’t know the story. Boris – Read More-