The first album I ever bought was ‘With the Beatles’. I was 7. Knew fuck-all about music, but I loved the Beatles. Because I was alive and conscious, in a 7 year-old kind’a way, and therefore I loved the Beatles. Everyone loved them. You simply had to. They were ‘different’ enough to be special, with – Read More-
This was me yesterday. Ok, this is just a random photo of the genre: ‘guided injections’. But imagine that victim as me, without the hat, and the jab was in my shoulder. Or jabs, really. The table rotates and raises and the big arm thing moves around, all by magic. I felt like a Ford – Read More-
Next week starts the London Film Festival. In fact, its the 60th LFF. A- n’anniversary version. So the BFI have decided to add something new. As well as screening the movies at the usual; Leicester Square Odeon, NFT at the Southbank, various other high profile movie-emporia, they’re adding a new one to the list. Except – Read More-
I find the whole Labour conference thing rather depressing. I find Jeremy Corbyn deeply depressing. But as we know, his job now is to try and unite his party. Which is deeeeeeply divided. Grand Canyon kind of divided. So whilst Jerkoff Jezza and Malicious McDonnell were up there singing ‘the red flag’ (swallowing back bits – Read More-
‘Be careful what you wish for’ is a useful expression. Because we all wish for things that may prove to be less than we’d imagined. But sometimes your wishes come true and yet lead to disappointment. Spurs fans only ever have two wishes. 1. To finish above Arsenal (never happens) 2. To finish in the – Read More-
I never turn on the tv in the mornings. Well, only if something BIG has happened the night before. The last time I turned it on was after the last general election. Just in time for the Leeds result which changed Ed Balls’ career from fat, loud-mouthed politician to fat, loud-mouthed ballroom dancer. To be – Read More-
So the younger daughter, in a fit of niceness (one of 7 in her 25 years) decided to have a ‘coffee morning’ in aid of McMillan Cancer. An amazing organisation who, as we sadly know from the last years of my mum’s life, give the most incredible support to people who need it, and do – Read More-
A salient tale of two ‘yesterday men’ but with rather different outcomes for each. That sounds almost intelligent? Almost interesting?? Either of which would be unusual for these pages so don’t get hopes too high. Jeremy Corbyn is a yesterday man. On the grounds that: 1. he’s a nob 2. he’s a tosser 3. he’s – Read More-
A cake, one could argue, is greater than the sum of its parts. Flour. Eggs. Sugar. Mix into a sludge. Then bake. And out comes a miracle! Or, if you’re like me, just eat it before baking. Why waste the energy when the batter is so wonderful. Yet if you eat that you’re just a – Read More-
About 35 years ago I was walking out of my then local park with my then little (now someone older, unlike me and Dorian Grey) cousin after playing tennis on a lovely summer evening. When we were attacked by 2 boxer dogs. Protecting my little cuz (I should have just fed him to them and – Read More-