I try to be politically correct. I really do. But, despite all my efforts, its just so confusing, such a minefield, so complicated. Knowing who can be insulted and who can’t, what you can say about minorities, races, nations and even genders. Its all so full of mixed messages, and we need clarification. And by – Read More-
To all our friends at Arsenal for their wonderful victory against Hull on Saturday. Well done to club, players, fans and everyone concerned with that team over the years. That was the most sincere and difficult sentence I’ve written since: “I will never ogle, leer at or objectify women again, unless I really have to – Read More-
Came home last night and, whilst trying to digest the biggest ice-cream ever consumed (and the best, if you’re at all interested) we turned on the tv. And because we’re in God’s own country, instead of the ‘Meet the Parents’ or ‘Grease 2’ or ‘Die Hard AGAIAIAIAN’, we were blessed with Django Unchained. Ok, lot – Read More-
I know, I know, England’s having a heatwave, hotter that 1936, sunnier than Bahrain, warmer than the toaster, eggs frying on car bonnets in Esher, blah, blah, blah. So it seems a bit ironic to book a last-minute break ‘to the sun’ whilst it seems to be more of a busman’s holiday leaving the sun – Read More-
Satnav is just another sodding screen to demand our attention. We leave our computers, occasionally, walk around staring at smart phones and then get in the car. And turn on the satnav. Well, you probably do. I get in with a map. And notes. Scribbled down from some direction site and relating to places I – Read More-
So here’s the quandary. Is it nobler in the mind to suffer the night flight over to Tel Aviv, arriving at some godforsaken hour and feeling like shit? Or to take a flight the next morning and basically lose a whole day of sun, sand and sangria? Not that we drink sangria here; it just – Read More-
Normally this is a horrible time of the year. When the football season finishes. The hiatus. Mind the gap. But this year we have a World Cup to look forward to. Even though its going to be all late night matches because of the time differences. And due to those late kick-offs (in UK time, – Read More-
I’m a reader. I read a lot. That’s what tube travel was invented for. Not time travel, that’s something else. Not somewhere else, more sometime else. If you were a time traveller and there was a delay, would that mean that your British Timeways trip to 1776 is not leaving for 15 minutes? (and would – Read More-
I’ve always hated the Eurovision song context. Its the most pathetic, puerile, talentless collection of horrendously dire, mid-European, plink-plonk, squeeze-box-‘rock’ garbage churned out every year and surely there are better ways to spend about 4 hours of your life. In meditation would work for me. Being tortured in Abu Graib would be a preferable use – Read More-
The seaon’s over, the last battle’s fought for some there is gory, for others, just nought. Manchester City are champions once more yet one more reason for us all to deplore their evil methods; their financial excess their cheating and scheming ways to depress good honest fans whose teams, humble and poor can’t make the – Read More-