They’ve made Prince Charles’ letters public. They should make mine public. Though they’d kind’a look a bit “… and how dare you ****** do that with a ***** ***** aardvark you ****** ****** ****** piece of ******…” to make them fit for public consumption. And they’d lose context. But its a good thing to let – Read More-
Well, not so much ‘life’ as ‘football’ (as if there’s a difference). Why do we go, why do we watch, why do we agonise over the results, the scores, the league tables, the cups, about our own team and everyone else’s? Why does it bother us that Chelsea win the league but thrills us when – Read More-
In 2010, just after Gordon Brown lost the previous general election, the Labour party held its leadership competition. Andy Burnham did ok in the bikini section but his ‘personal skill’ in pretending to be a Thunderbird puppet, although very realistic, was dreadfully dull. Ed Miliband’s Wallace and Gromit act stole the show, despite Ed stumbling – Read More-
Venice is full of culture. Good bits, like pizza, an essential part of Venetian life, along with ‘spritzers’ which are the best type of culture; that which leaves you flat on your back after 3 or more. Then there’s the buildings, the boats, the water itself. All parts of what makes Venice Venice. And stops – Read More-
The car came for us at 5.30 yesterday morning. To take us to City Airport. Ooooohhhhh, City Airport, that’s a new one for me. And its great. So small you can barely fit a 50 seater plane in the car park. And if there should be two planes at the same time, one has to – Read More-
Oh what a night. And I must say that I never realised quite what a massive impact this blog has on the 60 million people of our fine land. And even on a few Scots, not that that did much good. Because you read my words, my cautionary warnings that life under Ed Miliband would – Read More-
So its time to decide. Time to make up your mind and finally choose. Who is better: Ronaldo or Messi? The time for thinking is over, the endless almost mind-numbing saga of appeals and spin has finally (almost) reached its conclusion. And last night, against Bayern Munich, Little Leo showed me, personally, why he is – Read More-
Saw an interesting trailer for a new movie the other night. The Age of Adeline. And Adeline is born in 1908, marries, has a child, then at 25 years old has a ‘terrible accident’ in a car. The consequence of which (other than a really mashed up old car) was that she never ages. She – Read More-
I twisted my sodding ankle yesterday morning. The sun was shining, I’d missed tennis due to precipitation on Sunday, it was a bank holiday, so the Wolf-man and I rescheduled our fixture to yesterday morn. Perfect. And it was lovely, and it was dry and it was sunny and warm. And all was swimmingly super – Read More-
Yesterday we went to see the Zabludowicz Collection. Yeah, someone’s been collecting Zabludowiczes for years and put them in a cabinet in Kentish Town… Oh, not reaeaeaeaeallllly. Mr & Mrs Z (I can’t be arsed with writing that out every time) are wealthy art collectors. And they put their collection of modern art together in – Read More-