The thing you notice about Scotland is water. Ok, we’re on a coast road so ya kind’a expect. But Scotland’s water is not just about the sea. You come inland and there are lochs, lakes, meres, ponds, more lochs, simply everywhere. And its generally raining quite a bit too. Safe to say, water is rarely – Read More-
Did I mention, I’m in Scotland. So beautiful up here. But as is often the case when on holiday, its a completely different world. Yesterday morning f’rinstance, we had the tv on to see the (un-)result. And they don’t have BBC up here, they have BBC-Scotland. And they were talking about a different election. They – Read More-
David Cameron? Nob! Theresa May? Nob! Irony notwithstanding in her case. Because in my post-feminist, inclusive PC world, anyone can be a ‘nob’. Dickheads, morons and stupid tarts with fuck-me shoes!!! I am THAT reconstructed. David Cameron wins an election with the biggest majority since the BBC invented special effects on election nights. They had – Read More-
When you hear the word ‘Scotland’ what springs to mind? Haggis? Nicola Sturgeon? Kenny Dalgleish? Lochs? Salmon? Goalkeeping errors? Fried Mars Bars? Whisky? Because being up here in the very very Highlands, the most northerly bit of mainland Scottishland, you get three things coming across very strongly. Bleak, Beautiful and sheep. You can drive here – Read More-
One rarely has the time to read ‘the papers’. As in all the papers. Generally I scan the Times in the morning, And then one arrives at the airport and one has simply fuck-all else to do with one’s time. We were ‘rush-houred’. Where if we’d left at a normal time, we’d have arrived 6 – Read More-
According to the New York Times we are currently ‘reeling’ from the attack on Saturday night. All of us. In reels. I’m not even completely sure what that means, but I know enough to say ‘that ain’t happening’. London doesn’t ‘reel’. Maybe its that ‘stiff upper lip’ thing, maybe its just burying your head in – Read More-
We take three steps forward and 19 back. That’s the rule. 9 months after my cortisone injection in the shoulder and endless (seemingly, even though I’m not that good at actually doing it, but having the instructions counts, right?) physiotherapy, it was finally on the mend. Actually just a little ache in the mornings rather – Read More-
In case you might be in any possible doubt, let me make my position perfectly clear: I FUCKING HATE TERRORISTS AND WOULD WILLINGLY ROUND THEM ALL UP, PUT THEM IN A BIG HOLE AND FILL IT WITH CONCRETE. All of them. The whole bloody lot. But you can’t find them. You can’t prevent them, so – Read More-
And there’s just four players left in the mix, really. We have Corbyn, we have May, we have Trump and we have Arsene Wenger. These are the only ones left to lead us, our collective futures are in their hands. Which would be fine, but its their heads in which the problems lie. I think – Read More-
In the 1960s and 70s a young Aussie called Margaret Court was the undisputed champ of women’s tennis. She was the Martina of her day. The proto-Williams. Sharapova without steroids. She was a winner. Yet even back then she had views that were… different. At a time when everyone was boycotting South Africa because of – Read More-