2-nil, and you fucked it up, 2-nil, and… You know that song? Well that was Spurs game yesterday against Manchester City. We won 2-nil but the linesmen fucked it up so they called it 4-1 instead. I don’t care. Free points is free points, whichever way you miss Kyle Walker being 19 yards offside. (Was – Read More-
Sepp Blatter? Little bald wedding singer who ran FIFA Euro-Tosser? Always has been, always will be. But suddenly his stance that he knew nussink is looking even more ridiculous than previously. He always stated the case for total fucking negligence and ignorance of the horrendous corruption and shit all occurring on his watch. In many – Read More-
I’m a feminist. My wife told me to be one and who am I to argue. But the truth of the matter is that I am a feminist. As a true liberal I adhere to the French motto of ‘libertee, fraternitee, egalitee’, and I really do. Most of the time. There are exceptions to my – Read More-
I’m intrigued by the goings on at Volkswagen. Wolfsburg’s finest company (even better than their football team) is the largest car maker in the world. I think. Let’s say they are anyway. So I’d always assumed that they were just typical of wonderful German efficiency and organisation. That they storm-trooped their Germanic way through the – Read More-
Hitler invented the Volkswagen in 1937. The original ones had little moustaches under the grill and a greasy fringe hanging over the windscreen. He was a vain man. But the car was the Volks Wagen. The car for the people. As long, obviously, as those people were white, Christian, blond, blue-eyed and Ayran in descent. – Read More-
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. What was ‘Dave’ thinking? Really, I mean, ok, he was drunk, probably a bit stoned, caught up in a frenzied, orgified, peer-group, testosterone-fuelled, impress-da-birds party and so he dipped ‘part of his anatomy’ into the mouth of the severed head of a dead pig. What’s wrong with that? We’ve – Read More-
I competed in a triathlon yesterday. It was hard but infinitely rewarding. There again I’d been training for ages so my body was primed and ready. The first ‘leg’ of the triathlon was football; Spurs playing Crystal Palace, which I didn’t see all of but enough to qualify. And enough that Spurs won, however shoddily, – Read More-
If Chelsea played Dagenham & Redbridge, what are the chances of the Dags winning? Would Costa get all 11 sent off? What would the bookies say? If a World Chess Grandmaster played Ole Bill from darn the pub, who’d put their money on Bill? If a Ferrari raced a Morris 1000; which would win? Yet – Read More-
Apropos of nothing… my favourite phrase. Everything I have said, do say and will say could probably be preceded by that disclaimer. I like irrelevant. I like disconnected. I like nothing. And I like joining up the dots, however out there those dots may be. So this week they’ve been talking on the news each – Read More-
altogether now: HE SHOOTS; HE SCORES; HE EATS YER LABRADORS; SON HEUNG MIN; SON HEUNG MIN… (repeat and rinse). I’d firstly like to thank Spurs Paul for introducing me to that wonderful little ditty about our new striker, even though its an obviously facile and insulting stereotype of the entire Korean race. Its racist and – Read More-