So we went up to Leeds to pack up Mel’s dad from his house and ship him to Manchester to his new flat. Sounds easy. Chaos theory sounds easy. Climbing Everest sounds easy. I’ll spare you the details/agony. But Sunday we packed and Monday we shipped over to Manchester, following the removal van as the – Read More-
I just spent 2 days travelling 500 miles around our lovely, verdant isle. Well, I say ‘lovely’ because some of it is. Not much, judging by the views from the M1 and M6, but the odd smattering of green fields and pastures new, a few sheep a’grazing and all that other rural bollocks that ‘we – Read More-
I love rugby internationals. Normal, kind’a weekly rugby is good, is certainly worth watching on those horrible rainy afternoons when you can’t walk or do anything constructive, and it aids restfulness. But in a sporty way. But internationals I get excited about. And never more than agains the All Blacks. It’s just so special. The – Read More-
These are my favourite Johnsons, in no particular order: Ulrika (just because) Dave (relative of ours) Michael (wonderful bobbing sprinter) Howard (for every ice cream, some of which Lila was finishing in that bowl) The Brothers (Strawberry Letter 23; still a great song) Johnson & (all that baby powder) Gabi (watch Blazing Saddles again) And – Read More-
Let me state right here and now, on the record, plain as day but thrice as stupid: this latest shoot-up in California where 12 people died, has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH GUNS! Ok, that was just in case anyone out there in bloggerland is so higgorant, so asinine, so… so… so goddam Democrat! as – Read More-
That’s it; Trump’s gone. Lost the election, now he’s faaaaarkin’ history. Ok, he wasn’t actually part of the vote, in any ‘tick the Trump box’ kind’a way but yesterday’s ‘mid-terms’ in America have put the Democrats back in charge of the House of Representatives, which will make it difficult, verging on impossible, for Trump to – Read More-
Do you remember in the wonderful movie Chariots of Fire how there was a race round the courtyard of an Oxford college when the runners had to complete the run within the sound of the 12 o’clock chimes. I love that. No-one had a stop-watch (they weren’t invented until 1952 by Ronnie Stop and Jimmy – Read More-
I like bad behaviour. Always have. Mel will confirm. But not just my own. I have certain expectations of certain classes of people. I expect politicians to be sexually-assaulting, expense-rigging megalomaniacal tossers. I expect footballers to be semi-literate flash-Harrys oozing gold and diamonds, with the number of supercars in their garages higher than their IQ – Read More-
Over dinner last night with my Man United supporting mate, (obviously short-term happy with the win at Bournemouth, long-term panicking as to whether Morinho can keep his team out of the relegation zone. Ok, he termed it as ‘getting into the top 4’ but we all know what he really felt, deep down), and he – Read More-
I played tennis this morning. Nothing new there, I play every Saturday and Sunday morning that has ever been invented. Today I played Aussie Johnno. He flew in from Sydney specifically and solely for the purpose of playing tennis with me. Why not? Other people I play come from as far away as Finchley, Golders – Read More-