It was Saturday afternoon before I even had a thought that England were playing a football match on that very day. I had no idea against whom nor when the festivities would start. Didn’t care. The ‘international break’ had robbed me of my weekly fix of ‘proper’ football and my love of watching my national – Read More-
When I studied psychology (yeah! Well there’s lots you don’t know about me!) just a few things, out of a four year degree, actually stuck in my mind. Most has long been washed out with each shampooing. Mainly because a lot of what we studied was a bit detached from reality or was just too – Read More-
What a week for Boris Johnson. Our Prime Minister. The most unbelievable failure of weeks since Bury football club thought they’d found a buyer. Since Hitler thought picking a fight with Russia was the path to success. Since the banks decided to sell Payment Protection Insurance as a way to scam its customers. Boris had – Read More-
So what do you do when its Liladay without Lila? How is that possible? It’s like Brexit; makes no sense on any level and there’s no solution. But she’s in Greece and we’re not, so something’s gotta give. So we went to the countryside where, allegedly, most of the country lives, but in reality there’s – Read More-
The country is currently being run by a man who can at best be described as ‘high functioning autistic’. Oh, not Boris, he’s fairly low-functioning anything, but the man who actually runs the nation at the moment; Dominic Cummings. The man who represents the kind of ‘ultra violet’ end of The ‘Spectrum’. But that’s all – Read More-
In 50 years time our descendants will be looking through the ‘old photo album’, on whatever medium it may live, and rather than saying ‘ahhh, that was great Uncle George at your Mother’s inauguration as a witch ceremony’ and ‘this was your Grandfather Andy throwing up over the rabbi at his barmitzvah’, they’ll be commenting – Read More-
I don’t know why the ‘north London derby’ is so important. But it is. It really is. Really, truly, heart-shatteringly, anxiety-pumpingly, panic-strickenly, hair-rippingly, screaming-at-the-tv-ly, self-harmingly… important. And in such a relaxed state, after my brief holiday and return from Watford, did I sit down with a nice cuppa tea (tea is always referred to as – Read More-
You know you’re in a posh hotel when the car park is a thing of beauty. Though I must admit I quite like all car parks. Because they speak of civilisation, of occupation, of land being used wisely and of sufficient numbers of people to require them. Otherwise the world’s a bit… empty. But I’m – Read More-
I’m going on holiday today. Really looking forward to it. We’re going to Watford. I’ve bought a few tour guide books, (the longest being 3 pages long which includes listings of the services at the General Hospital), done my research about the history and environs (took 4 minutes), I’ve done the online check-in and I’m – Read More-
Yesterday the entire nation came to terms with the implications and consequences of Boris’s suspension of parliament. Some were concerned on the effect on Brexit, others by the sheer rudeness of it. There are those concerned with how unconstitutional the action appears, others suggest that it could even be illegal. There have already been protests – Read More-