There’s a shed at Luxembourg airport just filled with art. Serious art. Picassos, Lichtenstiens, Gaugins, all manner of very expensive artwork. Hundreds of masterpieces. Just sitting there in a high security ‘prison’. Because of import tax. Luxembourg is a ‘free port’ so the super rich can keep their art acquisitions there without paying duty. And – Read More-
What’s the worst thing that can happen in the world? Other than Arsenal winning the league, obviously? Plane crashes by suicidal depressives? Invasions by Jihadi extremists? Ebola coming to a neighbourhood near you soon?? Or the Aussies winning a sporting event? Other than the French winning football or rugby, the Aussies are the next dread – Read More-
Went to see a play last night. Called: Bad Jews. An unusual title, granted. An unusual play. A marmite play. Half of those who’d seen it thought it ‘great’ the other half ‘fucking awful’. But heh; all said it was ‘interesting’. And that’s how we ended up at Leicester Square at 7 o’clock last night. – Read More-
What can you say about Harry Kane? That hasn’t been said already, thousands of times, in every newspaper, on every tv channel (including Al Jazeera), on the radio and all over the web? Even Her Majesty the Queen apparently said “well I’d have his children”. Apparently. The man is a genius, a star, a god, – Read More-
Great event last night, “MILIBAND vs CAMERON!!!!!”, the great political head to head, the semi-final of the General Election in 6 weeks time, the chance for the public to see the leaders of the main parties in the studio, debating, answering questions, getting caught out, LIVE ON TV!!!!! But not necessarily at the same time, – Read More-
I can’t remember the last time I watched Top Gear. Yet in some ways I consider myself ‘a fan’ of the programme. Contradictory? Possibly, but I don’t care. I’m a fan because when I do catch bits of it I heartily approve. They slag off battery-powered Noddy cars, they crash lorries into school buildings, they – Read More-
I’m a disagreeable, reckless extrovert. And if you agree with that, then you’re not a Londoner. Because we’re ‘disagreeable’, apparently. Therefore you shouldn’t agree. Instead you should jump off a tall building whilst stark naked and singing the National Anthem at the top of your voice. That’s what reckless extroverts should be doing most of – Read More-
The history of England is a long and complex affair. One the details of which I’ve managed to avoid for most of my life. Lists of kings going back 2 thousand years; who needs it? You just kind’a pick it up as you go along. A bit like geography. I learned the cities of our – Read More-
Botox?? Who needs botox? Injecting rat poison into your boat-race always seemed like a fairly stupid thing to do, though when you saw the wrinkle-altering effects on those injected, you then knew it was a fairly stupid thing to do. Their faces stopped working. Smiling like a zombie was never big on my ‘must have’ – Read More-
What a day was yesterday. What a feast. For sporting gluttons like me, it was just a wonderful, almost endless buffet. And I don’t even need to be watching all of it, just knowing its being played is sufficient. Such excitement, the likes of which the sporting world hasn’t really produced since… well, probably since – Read More-