We, at the Oxford Union, at the Palestine Solidarity Campaign, at the Epsom Downs Crocheting Society for Ladies, and at the Association for Over-Privileged Tossers Wearing Keffiahs, have absolutely NO intention of stopping our weekly marches to Free Palestine, re-instal the terrorists, eliminate Israel, kill all Jews and declare the Royal Borough of Kensington and – Read More-
Its so nice to have house guests. You get mired in your empty-nest, calm, relaxed lifestyle, watching whatever tv you want, when you want, you eat at regular times, the house is kept neat as a pin, you go out ‘on a whim’, come back when you like. Ahhhhh, its a boring-as-fuck existence. All that – Read More-
Much as I’ve never given too much credit to Donald J Trump, I’m kind’a in awe of what he has achieved. Something no-one else in the world, quite literally, could have done. It is a really beautiful thing, the most beautiful thing in the world. And he made it the most magnificent day in the – Read More-
So the ceasefire’s, like, well installed. No-one’s died for over 24 hours in Gaza. Not from bombing anyway. Apparently lots have been killed there either by Hamas or by mafiaesque gangs roaming the streets, but the IDF? Zero. And you know it must be really quiet out there if Hamas have not claimed at least – Read More-
So you go to a doctor, listen to what he says (or even ‘what SHE says’!!), have scans, take bloods, prod around a bit, wait for results, which say: yeah, you’ve got a problem with your hips. Not sure what it is, but probably… And they tell you to stop playing tennis for 6 months. – Read More-
Open the champagne, send up the rockets… NO!!!, not those ‘rockets’, the fireworks, FFS, and say a prayer of thanks. The war is over. There’s peace in the Middle East. Donald Trump should be awarded not just the Nobel prize for peace but for physics too, and literature, any others they have begging. And how – Read More-
So what’s happening in the world of UK politics? Its sooooo exciting. Because nothing is happening. We’re sort of ‘in limbo’, just waiting for the current government to go, preferably before the chancellor’s next budget because it will make me poorer. No idea what she’s going to do (I don’t think she has much idea – Read More-
Protesting has become the UK’s main industry. All other work ceases at the opportunity to get your keffiyeh and take to the streets waving your Palestinian flag, to sing a few songs which sound nice, at an ISIS convention, but are in fact calls for a (proper) genocide. So to ‘stop the babies dying’, it’s – Read More-
Having a ‘rant’ is good for the soul. Just don’t let anyone else hear. Not anyone who might be offended. I ‘rant’ often. Then I read it through (sometimes) and check that what I’ve written will only deeply offend those I want to deeply offend. But writing such things gives you the wonderful, face-saving, ‘power – Read More-
I went out for dinner last night. I’m an omnivore. I can even do ‘vegetarian’, if I have to. And if it’s at Bubala, I don’t even complain. But it wasn’t about me. We were going out with me mate Mark. And he’s a different kettle of lettuce leaves altogether. Mark eats meat. Ok, he – Read More-