Here’s a 101 things you never knew about Croatia. And I picked that number, specifically, because we’re here on the Dalmatian Coast. You do da maffs. Actually, I suppose, it’s 100 things, because everyone knows Luka Modric. Croatia’s favourite son and the world’s most enduring superstar in a game not normally forgiving to getting older. – Read More-
Israel attacked Iran. Thursday night. I didn’t do it, I was at Tai Chi, attacking other people. But I would have done, given the chance. No question. I fucking hate Iran. Not the people; they’re lovely. Well, some of them. The ones who totally hate the Ayatollah(s) and the horrendous, repressive, dictatorial, misogynistic, revolting and – Read More-
At what point in time did bottle lids become these odd, annoying, permanently attached and infinitely troublesome ‘things’ which you can’t remove without a Stanley knife (be very careful when you do that) or a chain saw (much safer)? And more importantly; why? Did Ursula von der Leyen see me slurping out of the bottle – Read More-
If you get a donated kidney, because you’ve been bright yellow for 6 months and spend a lot of time in dialysis, it’s ‘life changing’. But if you’re football teams signs Lionel Messi or Jude Bellingham, that can be life changing too. Particularly as it would involve a move to Spain. Or, latterly, America. But – Read More-
Here’s what I find odd. You take 15 rugby players from assorted teams in their premiere league, stick some roses on their shirts, line ’em up, sing ‘sweet caroline at ’em’, and they are fucking outstanding. Cohesive. They get what’s required, they get who they’re with and they get on with it. Most often rather – Read More-
So Sweden. What do we like about it? Blondes? Yeah. Volvos? Great. Ikea? Ish. Lego? Danish, but I get the point; all the same ‘up there’. ABBA? Maybe. And Greta (fucking) Thunberg? Hmmmm… Greta grew up in Ersturnhurmstaat, (I made that up), near Stockholm, and she lived near a tree. Which gave her amazing empathy – Read More-
So here’s a question for you: what happens when two absolutely immense egos clash, head to head? Alternatively: who wins when the most powerful man in the world goes to battle with the richest man in the world? And just as a third possibility: what do you get when you set two spoilt obnoxious tossers – Read More-
First of all, this is not an article about red meat. Eat what you want. As much as you want. My body’s a temple, which is why I adopt the ‘almost vegan’ attitude to life and food. With the ‘almost’ giving me a teensy weensy bit of ‘latitude’ over my diet. So I basically eat – Read More-
As we were on the tube, Sunday afternoon, on our way to the Victoria & Albert Museum, on a gloriously sunny day, happening about 50 yards above us, to meet ‘the twin’ and together go to visit the Cartier exhibition!!, I was thinking: ‘and why am I going, exactly?’. Not that I don’t simply love – Read More-
I’ve seen the future! And it’s bright! Its wonderful! And its succcc-sesss-fulllll!!! I am officially, as of 22.37:42s last night, a PSG fan. Yup, got the shirt… metaphorically, arranged season tickets for Paris, bought an old person’s Metro pass and I’m starting a course in ‘being an obnoxious French-person’, so I can fit in with – Read More-