The purpose of the trade unions was to stop exploitation of the workers. To give them rights, protect them from ‘fat cat capitalists’ who would otherwise have children up chimneys for tuppence a day. So what happens when the workers become the fat cats? Some tube train drivers earn over £100,000 a year. Many earn – Read More-
I just walked off the tennis court without playing a stroke. Not in protest, I wasn’t wearing my yellow jacket. But because although it is a really beautiful morning and sunny and gorgeous and even much less frigid than yesterday, when I did play, its fucking icy. Not like sheets of ice, not hard ice, – Read More-
Advance warning; the following may contain words that might offend some people. Tossers, granted, but sensitive tossers nonetheless. A minority, like all others, we have to fucking respect. Because I want to talk about C******. The football club, that is, rather than the people who go there. They get less **s. Because this week a – Read More-
So you remember my ‘TIA’, right? Surely you do; you uncaring, forgetful know-nothing. My ‘transient ischemic attack’. I thought my left arm went funny for 2 minutes one Sunday morning before tennis and the next thing they’re blue-lighting me to intensive care and reading the last rites. Ok, a slight exaggeration, when I got round – Read More-
OMG! What a day in Westminster. The biggest, most exciting, most productive, most decisive day since… Because Theresa May won over the entire parliament and is allowed to continue in ‘the worst job there ever was’ at ‘the worst time you could ever do it’. And when I say ‘the entire parliament’, I obviously don’t – Read More-
It was decided yesterday that we will emphatically NOT be leaving Europe. To leave would be a total national disaster whereas to remain ensures that we at least get to play in the knockout stages. You know: EUROPE! The Champions League. No-one has the remotest interest in that other ‘Europe’ the unmoving, intransigent, inflexible, dictatorial – Read More-
I had a bizarre event a few months ago. Well, it seemed it at the time. I needed to get a pair of glasses for a girl who’d lost hers and had to replace them with exactly the same, even though it was ‘discontinued’ and not available. I googled the model to see a photo – Read More-
I wear a yellow, hi-viz jacket. Not a ‘gilet jaune’, because I’m English. Not a political statement, not because I’m on a building site, but because I cycle. And although women in Range Rovers are ‘yellow-blind’, generally it makes you visible to most drivers who might, on occasion, choose to avoid you. But my gilet – Read More-
Sometimes I just thank the Lord that I was born… in another century, another millennium, another world. And never more so that learning about ‘incels’. An ‘incel’ is an involuntary celibate. Someone deemed by ‘the world’ as being too ugly, too short, too bald, too toothless or too nerdy to be worthy of dating. I’m – Read More-
Arsenal’s new manager, Unai Emery, is of the ‘new breed’ of managers, pioneered by Arsene Wenger, whereby they don’t just show you which way to kick the ball. They are holistic in approach. They start with diet and training and they essentially control every facet of the players’ lives. Because having players, like George Best, – Read More-