The best footballer in the entire world is the lovely Harry Kane. Ronaldo may score a lot more goals but he’s a total fucking pain. Our ‘Arry may not be quite as pretty but he’s Spurs fru’ an’ fru’ so deep is Tottenham in his blood he could almost be a Jew. So Everton, looking – Read More-
Why do I read the Mail on Sunday? Why does anyone? Its rubbish. Total fucking rubbish. Yet on the basis of ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’ I feel dutybound to see what the reactionary Right is thinking, doing, saying. And nothing is more reactionary than this piece of trash. I’ve heard of – Read More-
Don’t you just fucking hate politicians? Why do we even need them? Oh, to run the country. Allegedly. Or to ruin the country. Allegedly. Depends who’s making the allegations. Andrew Mitchell, Mr Plebgate, we now learn from those who know him, is a man very very likely indeed to call a policeman, whilst performing his – Read More-
How is it that I’ve never ever heard of campylobacter? When apparently it is the bacterium responsible for 280,000 cases of food poisoning a year and 100 deaths. Arsenal make you sick but campylobactor can actually kill. Amazing. And if you’re interested about his horrible thing, just buy a chicken from Asda and you’re virtually – Read More-
In a landmark case, Her Majesty’s Customs and Revenue, (known by the acronym: BASTARDS; British Association of Stupid Taxation And Ridiculous Double Standards) have declared that Pilates, the life-affirming, longevity-assuring system of stretches, poses and meditative postures, does not qualify as ‘educational’ even though its job is to teach its victims, sorry, its pupils, the – Read More-
… in the early hours of Tuesday morning? Well? Do you have an alibi?? There’s one enduring problem for the redevelopment of White Hart Lane. The proposed stadium rebuild, which will grow it from a 34,000 capacity to one of 56,000, in order to capitalise on those Spurs fans who are masochistic, depressive and who – Read More-
This is the Long Room at Lords. The most famous room in, errr, in the cricketing world. Its not the best picture because my phone has limitations and the photographer has even more. Especially after a couple of pints of some deviously delicious bitter that they serve from pumps pulled by cricket stumps. All the – Read More-
Ok, let’s talk football. Again. Its safe this week. Spurs won. And, much as last time we won, it was away from home and against 10 men. Fine by me. We’ll take those points and put them in the bank, ta very much. My problem is that, much as I try to be this impartial – Read More-
One ‘stroke of genius’ that Margaret Thatcher pulled off was to engage ‘Essex Man’ and win an election with ‘his’ support. And this mythical figure, who came also to be known as ‘White Van Man’, (much as the Abominable Snowman was also known as a Yetti), bought into to her policies, to her direction, to – Read More-
People today, singles, tend to meet online. And marrieds sometimes, even though they shouldn’t. But I’m not talking about morality in this instance, this is more about shagging. A girl from Epsom in Surrey ‘meets’ a boy from Boston Massachusettes, online. They ‘chat’, they skype, they flirt. Boy starts behaving a little stalkerish, a little – Read More-