So you’re walking down a busy street, rush hour, packed with pedestrians, not much space, and the tosser coming towards you is staring at his phone. Walking straight at you. There’s no room to manoeuvre, crowds everywhere, and he’s staring at his hand. What do you do? What are the protocols? The etiquette? The simple, – Read More-
Reaching the end of your playing career? Fed up with winter Tuesday evenings in Scunthorpe? Want just one more little ‘earner’ before retiring? Go to China. The Chinese Super League. Its paved with gold. This is what’s happening. All our (one-time) talent is upping (walking) sticks and moving to China. With a population of 1.6 – Read More-
Ahhh Europe. Sorted. All resolved. Fantastic. The way forward. The future is bright. And its all thanks to Dave. Our mate. Our pal. He went over there and he sorted out all those pesky foreigners can came out a winner. Got what he wanted. Exactly. Maybe even more. And the odd thing is; they all – Read More-
Shane Warne is on one of those enlightening and morally uplifting ‘let’s take a bunch of hasbeens out to the jungle and humiliate them’ shows. Australia’s best ever spin bowler (according to his mum), former Hurley-shagger, sometime cricket commentator and poster-boy for ‘New-thatch!’ hair transplants is with a group of other ‘used-to-be’s on a show – Read More-
They held the Grammys the other night. Now renamed the Taylor Swifts as she seems to win them all every year. And quite rightly. We love high school country-rock about teen romances gone wrong. Its what country stars sing about whilst they’re waiting to grow old enough for their dog to die, the wife to – Read More-
Ok, I’ll admit that when I wrote my ‘expected result’ for the Man City/Spurs game yesterday at 1-2, I thought I was being a tad optimistic. I didn’t really ‘believe’. I believed we had a good chance. I believed we could win the match if all went well. I believed that if we did it – Read More-
We went to see a quite amazing ‘thing’ last night. It was at the theatre. But it wasn’t a ‘show’. Nor a play. And it wasn’t a concert or recital. Nor a ‘reading’. Nor a football match. Definitely not one of them. I’d have recognised it immediately. It was a ‘thing’. Called ‘the pianist of – Read More-
Who was the biggest genius of all time? Me? Isaac Newton? Stephen Hawking? That taxi driver who won Mastermind? Leonardo da Vinci? Charles Darwin? Elvis? Or Albert Einstein? ‘The Boss’, as I call him. Because quite frankly, where true ‘genius’ is concerned, pure ‘understanding’ of things that most even clever people barely understood to be – Read More-
On the BBC they gathered a group of 20 people, ‘common members of the public’, to discuss ‘Europe’. The exit. Or not. Ok, they were northerners, from Stafford or some such, but they didn’t seem overly dense or homeless or anything you’d normally expect. And at the end, these fairly intelligent people with interesting points – Read More-
I think the best way to get your head around the current wave of pan-European protests about football ticket prices is to first view the phenomenon of ‘the Testimonial Match’. To put things in their correct perspective. This is what happened; back in the day. Kids would leave school at 14, they were grubby, grimy, – Read More-