My favourite grandson is obsessed with football. Be it going to Spurs (poor kid; even though he loves it dearly), getting footballer cards for his albums, or, best of all, playing it, football has become 60% of his life. The remaining 40% is ‘snacks’. And I’m not only proud of his skills and his enthusiasm, – Read More-
My favourite author in the whole world is Stephen King. No-one else comes even close. Maybe John Irvin. It’s about the characters and how they’re built. And no-one can compete with the boy from Maine. Not Dostoevsky, not Dickens and, as far as I know, no-one in Jayne Eyre had their throats ripped out by – Read More-
So we all hate the Chinese. You simply have to. All 1.4 billion of them. Not that it would be that easy to be a bit more selective. Though in fact we don’t hate every person there, some must be alright? Aren’t’ they? At least half a dozen or so, surely. But we hate President – Read More-
The government are now going to reverse the original reversal of the winter heating allowance for miserable old gits, like me. When Labour took power the first thing they did was to condemn pensioners (like me) to DEATH! By hypothermia. As, without the 250 quid they give us, we’d have to turn off the heating, – Read More-
When someone posts something contentious on instagram in the UK, they generally get a 5 year prison sentence. And because there’s as much room in our prisons as there was yesterday in Tottenham High Road, to accommodate these ‘evil posters’, we have to free up the space by kicking a few rapists back out into – Read More-
Look, we won a trophy, I’m not going to get so exited about it, we didn’t invent a cure for cancer, its ‘just’ a football trophy. In the grand scheme of things, when judgement day arrives, it won’t have counted for much. I get all that. Its just a matter of keeping things in perspective. – Read More-
Oh what a night, late-ish May in twenty twenty… five Oh that night that made me come alive What a feeling, what a night. Oh what a night, set in Bilbao with which nothing rhymes, United and Spurs had such a happy time, UEFA League final, such a night. Oh what a night, two hapless – Read More-
This is a truly monumental day. Firstly because we’re having some new carpets fitted, but also because it is the Final of the Europa League. In Bilbao. Tonight. Between Manchester United and the mighty, the wonderful, the truly superlative Tottenham Hotspur. Unfortunately, this season, most of the ‘superlatives’ have been on the wrong end of – Read More-
At LAST!!!!, Mel came home from Naples. At last. I’d reached the point where I could barely cram another sock in the laundry basket. Was almost on the verge of having to buy a second basket! Anyway, she’s back from Naples. Having left me, without a carer, the WHOOOOOLE weekend. As she and the twin – Read More-
I’d like to formally announce a new silly name, officially, and on behalf of the government, the Prime Minister and the ENTIRE FUCKING NATION!!!! Brentrance. The process of BRitain re-ENTERing the European Union on a non-membership, only slightly aligned, not making any farce of Brexit, through the back door, hoping Nigel Farage doesn’t notice, basis. – Read More-