I wasn’t engaged in the football this weekend. I took 2 days off. Well, not completely ‘off’ in any normal definition of ‘not being on’, but just relatively. Firstly because I had work to do regarding the rugby, and secondly because Spurs weren’t playing so the whole program becomes devalued, reduced, turns to black’n’white. As – Read More-
We all have a cultural frame of reference. Mine is The Blues Brothers. I love that film. Always have. And one line always springs to mind (strange mind; what can I say?) at certain times. “I hate Illinois Nazis!” said John Belushi’s ‘Jake’ just before they drove their car straight into a whole procession of – Read More-
Extremists! Phah!!! It’s easy to become an extremist. Here’s all you have to do: 1. Go online 2. Pick your extremism of choice from the wonderful array on offer. For those unable to decide from all the mouth-watering options, there’s web-sites that can help. Radicalised-R-Us is a good one. Compare the Murderers.com. And U-switch-blade, will – Read More-
To every problem there is a solution. Except the ones that can’t be solved. Then you need something of an ‘accommodation’, a compromise. An agreement. Nice. Then came Brexit. And re-wrote the entire definition of a ‘problem’. And there are two in particular that are big. The first is (fucking) Ireland. The border between north – Read More-
OMG! American celebs have been caught paying people to get their marginally average children into top-flight colleges so the celebs can enjoy the vicarious vanity of ‘my daughter’s at Stanford, akk-cherlaay’, or ‘my son’s at Harvard, innit’. And I only care because one of the ‘guilty’ is Felicity Huffman. Who is not just really funny – Read More-
It was exciting. For something involving Brexit it was very exciting. I watched it ‘live’. On the news channel. It showed an empty room. Called ‘the House of Commons’. Its always empty, you get a few bods lolling around in the back, half asleep, often someone talking at the front, but no-ones listening. Its just – Read More-
The ‘backstop’. The fucking Irish backstop. It’ll be the death of us all. Death by boredom. Death by endless repetition. Death by… death. And certainly the death of Theresa May’s political career (doomed from day 1 anyway, even she could have been under no illusions otherwise). And tonight its ‘The Vote’ redo. The first one – Read More-
Yesterday, in two separate incidents, so-called ‘football fans’ ran onto the pitch, mid-game, and attacked players. Obviously players of the teams those fans didn’t support. In the first one, some Brummy scumbag ran onto the pitch at St Andrews, where his ‘beloved’ Birmingham City were playing local rivals Aston Villa, and punched the Villa captain, – Read More-
…and God laughs. Ain’t that what they say? So this morning I planned tennis. As I do every Sunday. And woke up to pouring rain and gale force winds. But did I panic? No. I remained calm and had my pre-tennis bath. To soothe the aches and pains before the next physical onslaught my ageing – Read More-
Yesterday was international Women’s Day. Errrr, 2019. Probably. Which is a massive day in the life of all… international women. Local ones can carry on ironing and cooking and getting pipes and slippers ready for when their ‘man’ comes home from work, whisky in her hand. I celebrated this day myself by living it as – Read More-