Not since Oscar Pistorius has there been a greater travesty by the legal system in a case of blatantly obvious self-defence. Why have they even brought this to trial? Oscar maintained when it was his turn, that he heard a noise in the bathroom, leapt out of bed, not easy when you don’t have legs, – Read More-
Iss science, innit. Physics. Mechanics. Fermodynamics. What goes up must come down. So having gone all the way up north on Saturday, to darkest Yorkshire (its all dark, ooop there), we came back down to the real world. But instead of coming back on the arduous, tortuous, roadwork-eous, 50mph fucking speed camera-ous, miserable M1, we – Read More-
this is what ‘up north’ looks like. Ooooohhhh, you think, that’s pretty. And green and flowery and big and nice. And very wet. Obviously. Pissing down. Up norf, innit. And the hotel we’re holed up in serves as a metaphor for all of up north. Looks great from the outside, but you really wouldn’t wanna – Read More-
Legend has it that Groucho Marx once sought membership to a posh, schprauncy Beverley Hills golf club. They refused him (in nineteen twenty-whatever) because they didn’t allow jews into the club. “But I don’t even play golf” pleaded Groucho, “I just want to use the swimming pool”. Sorry, Sir, that’s our policy. “Look, I’m only – Read More-
The Government yesterday stated its plans to ensure ‘high speed broadband’ for the whole country. Just like gas, electricity, water, the access to broadband is now deemed the stuff of life. Which indeed it is. And this is great news for those poor wretches, currently hooked up to a modem with half a kilometre of – Read More-
I just read a great piece about Norway. Small country on the left hand bit of mainland Scandinavia. Has lots of fjiords. And blondes. And herring. Like all Scandi-countries. Probably has lots of murders too because its dark half the year and all that Scandi-noire stuff, Girls with Dragon Tattoos, Wallander, The Bridge, must be – Read More-
I don’t do Eurovision. Never have. It was always and still is, way beneath me. I’m better than that. I listen to ‘proper’ music. Not nauso-pop played in ‘plink-plonk’ style by a troupe of lederhosen clad Germans, bearded Greeks in long dresses or Uzbekistani dwarves dressed as the Smurfs. Its crap. Its bollocks. Its an – Read More-
Pfizer, the drug giant, have refused to sell any more of their ‘lethal injection’ stuff to American prisons. Its a stand. A moral crusade. Itself very unusual for any drug company that they even know how to spell ‘morality’, let alone act upon it in the face of potential profits. So without the Pfizer ‘super-dead!!’ – Read More-
If Spurs had been about to win the league, in with chance to win the league, even if there had been a glimmer that a 14-nil victory for Spurs coupled with a 97-3 loss by Leicester could possibly make us champions, I’d be on my way to Newcastle right now. Probably on the train with – Read More-
How awful it must be to feel that your life is so worthless, meaningless and disastrous that it just can’t go on. There’s only one way out. Kill yourself. Terrible. Tragic. And never more so than when you do it by jumping in front of a train. Worse still if its a tube train. And – Read More-