There’s a wonderful book that opens with the sentence: “Who is John Gault?” And then it spends about 1400 pages of tiny little, 5-point type telling you. But today, to save you reading Atlas Shrugged in its entirety, I’ll start with a different question. Who is Kyle Edmund? Won’t take many pages to answer. He’s – Read More-
I never quite realised how 16-year-old me was such a revolutionary, forward-thinking, free-spirited music pioneer. Until yesterday when I read it in the Times. Not in those words, precisely, but a lot of boxes were ticked. When the first Roxy Music album came out in 1972 I was indeed 16 and had a Saturday job – Read More-
Sometimes you go see a movie, a real 5* rated unequivocal ‘winner’ by all who rate such things and your expectations are sky high and… and… nyeh, it was ok. I fucking hate that. The movie marketers do their thing, ply their magic and convert any third-rate sequel to a shitty original, in the minds – Read More-
Boris Johnson doesn’t so much ‘shoot from the hip’ even though his hips are pretty humungous, as ‘speaks out his arse’ which is of a similar degree of humungousness. So if you think that endless cycling and jogging will make you fit and slim and gorgeous; just look to Boris for that model. Like a – Read More-
Peter Wyngarde died this week. Jason King. Words like ‘louche’, ‘cad’, ‘suave’ and ‘rakish’ can now be consigned to the historical section of the Oxford English Dictionary. To be honest, its where they belong anyway. But back in the early 70s… We already had ‘The Saint’ with Roger Moore, camp to the point of positive – Read More-
Thursday has been renamed. Its now ‘Liladay’. Because that is the day designated for Mel & I to be left in sole charge of our granddaughter. All day. With no ‘help’. Holy shshsh- So on every other day when I post a photo of ‘my’ baby, its just because I want to. It has no – Read More-
Ok, I’ll say it up front: its not normal to have 13 kids. Perhaps they kept trying to have one that didn’t have a blurry face, I don’t know. That in itself is a shame. But whatever the reason for having a multitude (a full football team AND two reserves; an entire basketball match and – Read More-
Yesterday’s picture was two of me gels outside the Jewish Museum in Berlin. Today’s picture is one of the installations there. A really good one. Which had two oriental selfie-stickers walking on it, which you’re apparently allowed and encouraged to do. Even though you want to punch them and tell them to fuck off stop – Read More-
5 hours, door to door. Fredrichshain, Berlin to London, NW. And I reckon that’s good. Its a long way. The Germans have always been efficient. And when the train timetable says ‘8.17’ and the board says ‘8.17’, ya just know that the train’s door will be closing at precisely 8.17. And its all smooth and – Read More-
Its still cold in Berlin. Bright, sunny at times, but colder than… cold places. Berlin’s in the east. So east it could almost be in Poland. A notoriously cold place. But at this time in the great scheme of history, Berlin is not in Prussia, its not part of the Hapsburg Empire, nothing to do – Read More-