Man plans, God laughs, what does EasyJet do? The errant daughter, the one that we banished to Germany because she’s deemed too evil to live in Britain, flew over to join us today, from Berlin. I was tracking the flight on the EasyJet system, which is in fact quite impressive and genuinely ‘live’. You press – Read More-
A third of under-25s in Britain do not drink alcohol. Not a drop. The rest address the whole ‘getting pissed’ thing with a disinterest verging on the plainly sensible. It’s almost as if they view binge-drinking, throwing up in Ubers, falling over drunk and waking up in the kerbside as some kind of bad thing. – Read More-
It had to happen. Man can only work, play, tour, run around like a headless chickens, baby-care for so long and then he (or in fact she, not in reference to any impending trans events coming soon in my life, but because women can get tired too) needs to rest. So we went to Russia – Read More-
…young and sweet only 17… that was me. In 1973. I was… the Dancing Queen! And I revisited 1973 last night for a friend’s 60th birthday party. It (thank fucking Christ) wasn’t fancy dress, but musically it was as as 1970s as a pair of ‘loon pants’, platform shoes and LSD. And thus was nostalgic. – Read More-
The front page headline on last night’s evening standard read: “royal invite for NHS Doc who helped princess walk tall”. I mean it didn’t have any !!!!! after it but it could well have done. And we still would have had no idea what the fuck they were talking about. But of course (???) its – Read More-
The wonderful thing about Russians is that Russians are wonderful things. Sorry, that was ‘tiggers’ but I’m sure Pooh Bear will forgive for me borrowing his phrase. Because Russians are wonderful, never think otherwise. They drug their entire athletics team, orders coming right from the Kremlin, which has its own doping department, an under-secretary for – Read More-
Who is the greatest footballer in the world? Simple question; its either Messi or Ronaldo. Though really, the voting is pretty much over. Ronaldo is a brilliant footballer but is seldom named alongside the Peles and Maradonas and Cruyffs in ‘best player ever’ context. Whereas Messi is. But all is not well and lovely in – Read More-
Whenever I see one of those photos of ‘hunter’ sitting by dead prey holding his (or her, as animal murdering is definitely egalitarian and non-discriminatory) rifle, I feel a bit sick. And today there’s a photo in the paper of Mark Bristow doing just that. Mark and dead zebra. Mark and dead buffalo. Mark and – Read More-
About 6 months ago we went with friends to a Turkish restaurant. Not any Turkish restaurant because we travelled all the way so we could eat Turkish food in its natural environment. Palmers Green. And there, on Green Lanes, are 15 Turkish restaurants. All big, bright and bustling with people. Mainly Turks, but a few – Read More-
Issa funny ole game is football. We love it and yet… and yet… it has a unique and stupid model based on greed, self-serving narcissists and horrendous parasites known as ‘super-agents’. Which sounds a bit James Bond, something of a Jack Reacher, but in fact its generally some fat greasy dago type whose just pocketed – Read More-