They showed this photo on the news last night. And I thought; ‘wow! a bird giving a… a something a lift; brilliant! Nature is so symbiotic and wonderful; ain’t life (other than cup finals) fabulous’. That’s what I thought. And it all happened in Essex. Which really should have at least made me question the – Read More-
We call them ‘the Elgin Marbles’, the Greeks, who don’t really count any more because they’re bankrupt, call them the Parthenon Sculptures. And they live in the British Museum where all worthwhile antiquities should live. The Queen’s moving there soon. But unlike the Queen, or even Tutankhamun, who was merely ‘on loan’, we (the people – Read More-
Now look… listen here… sit down and concentrate… try to follow… pay attention… I want to talk about the nature of sport. The very essence of sportsmanship, of the fundamentals of games, the very basics of what constitutes right and wrong in the modern world. Because sport is a global phenomenon, like McDonalds; its a – Read More-
Spok’s dead. He will live long and prosper no more. Leonard Nimoy the actor died yesterday and I am greatly saddened. Old actors die all the time, but this one actually ‘hurts’. The great thing is that dead actors live on forever in their work. And live on as young people too. No-one remembers what – Read More-
So we left Arsene Wenger in a hole. Stuck in the middle of a story in the depressing bit, desperately searching for his happy ending. And we feel that unless he chooses to visit one of the fine ‘Oriental Massage’ establishments, of which there are many in the back streets around Tottenham, run by fat, – Read More-
I’m a reader. Never used to be. Then I read Leon Uris’ ‘Exodus’ when I was bored shitless in my first ever proper job aged about 23 and ‘my life changed forever’. I became bookish. Nerdy. I gave up drink, drugs, fast cars, loose women, football and cannibalism and dedicated myself to the words of – Read More-
There’s trouble in Ulster. Nothing new there then. But this isn’t a new wave of ‘knee-capping’ or sectarian violence, not even marching Orange-men. This is all about a subject much closer to my own heart (in oh so many ways, Doctor); cake. A bakery in the Province was commissioned to make a wedding cake for – Read More-
The Theory of Everything is a good film. Not a great film, but by the essential criteria that: 1. Mel didn’t fall asleep 2. I didn’t get bored 3. I never looked at my watch 4. my phone didn’t start vibrating it must therefore be considered worthy entertainment. Which it undoubtedly was. And we understand – Read More-
Well, not West Ham, that’s for sure. In the blockbuster at White Hart Lane yesterday those poor Hammers managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. 2-nil, and they fucked it up. And I could almost feel sorry for them, if I wasn’t so amazingly, deliriously, almost tragically happy about it. It felt like – Read More-
I love an Oscar. Love the whole thing. The event, the parties, the goody-bags. Brilliant. And such a perfect demonstration of the austerity the world faces. The event goes on for 4 hours. Four fucking hours of sobbing, stumbling over dresses never designed to be walked in, smug, self-satisfaction married to hateful, resentful stares by – Read More-