On Sunday night’s news they announced that British Home Stores, BHS, was about to go into receivership. My first thought was: “are they still around??” I thought they’d gone the way of Woolworths decades ago. They were a store from my childhood and I curiously assumed they’d ended when I entered adulthood. I no longer – Read More-
The sun is out, the sky is blue, there’s not a cloud to spoil the view, but… And the irony is; it really is a beautiful, good-to-be-alive, get-out-there, wonderful morning in London today. I actually wish it was raining, dull, grey, cold. Would be a better fit. Suit the mood. Because last night was the – Read More-
Yeah, a lot of nerves being shown at Leicester now. Right. We’ve been waiting for this. The pressure, the realisation of what they are probably about to achieve. The loss of their talismanic (and a lot of other ‘manic’ too; have you seen his eyes??? there’s something of the night about Jamie Vardy) striker. The – Read More-
Have you heard of Gematria? I’ll give you a clue, its not an East European country between Serbia and Albania. Its not a disease of the lower intestine of arthritic type. Nor is it a new form of yoga in which you eat kale whilst sitting in a sauna on your head. Its about numbers. – Read More-
Malia Bouattia has been elected president of the National Union of Students. Hooray for Malia! And a bit of a shame for everyone else. Because Malia is basically horrible. Nasty, evil, vile and, even though she’d probably disagree, a fucking racist. Its not her fault that she won her election in the week of Passover. – Read More-
Finishing fourth at anything generally gets you nothing. You can win a gold, silver or bronze medal. They don’t make one out of plastic, wood or shit. Which is all you deserve for such failings. Horses ‘win’, ‘place’ or ‘show’. They may ‘turn up’ and even ‘finish’ but its only the first three that count. – Read More-
This is Anders Breivik. Remember him? Lovely guy. Self-confessed ‘nazi’ and total fucking homicidal lunatic. Ok, a lot of Norwegians are a bit strange, all those 22-hour nights in the winter-time, too much seal meat and whale blubber in the diet, but Anders really went too far. He planted a bomb in Oslo which killed – Read More-
So we were in The Hague (city in Netherlands, not William) and there in the Mauritshuis (no idea) was a collection of old masters. Among them, Vermeer’s ‘Girl with a Pearl Necklace’. So I thought. Ok, let’s go watch a porno then; see if I care. Mel was amazed at my willingness to go to – Read More-
I wrote a little something on the plane home yesterday evening. About the Dutch Masters. Because I know how much you love a good pitcher, a nice Rembrandt, bit’a Vermeer class. The Johann Cruyffs of the paintbrushes. Right? But then in the taxi home from the airport something happened. That not only changed the intended – Read More-
Kuenkenhof gardens are in Holland. Near Amsterdam. Where every year they plant 7 million bulbs. Which guarantees that in springtime they will have ‘one or two’ flowers knocking around. Or even 7 million. Which also guarantees that there is no-where else in the world where you can see, at one time, more crouching Orientals than – Read More-