Well, its all happening in the world of women. The Church of England (note: not ‘Britain’, not the ‘United Kingdom’, not effin Scotland, but the church of ENGLAND) is to ordain women bishops for the first time since records began. Well, for the first time anyway. And that is just brilliant news. Particularly for women – Read More-
deutschland deutschland uber alles ‘we’ played the game without any malice unlike those Argies, South American scum, they kicked the shit out of Schweinsteiger; booted him in the bum then chinned him in the chest, elbowed him on his head, kicked him in the goolies, left him there for dead. But Bastian’s a hero, descended – Read More-
Test cricket is an acquired taste. For a start the matches last 5 days. So unless you’re retired, unemployed, very rich or so organised at work that you can just ‘pop over to Trent Bridge’ for the week, you generally just pick a day to go. Just one. But its a long day. Very long. – Read More-
So its arrived, the ‘big match’, the final frontier, the last hurdle, the… yeah, whatever. Holland playing Brazil tonight is so exciting, so massive, so, so, so… so something that I’m going out for dinner and will completely forget all about it. The interest in who comes 3rd and 4th in the World Cup holds – Read More-
At the ‘last supper’ of our Devon & Cornwall world tour last Friday, wonderful dinner, small dining room, there was inevitable blah, blah, blah with the couple on the next table. He was old. An Englishman who moved to New Joisey in 1960 and lived there ever since. She a bit younger, second wife, also – Read More-
Are you old enough to remember telephone conversations like this: “Hello, I’d like to do something” “Yes, that’s no problem, sir, let me just do it for you. There. Anything else I can help you with?” Today its all password-protected. PIN numbers. Security questions. More security questions. Data (fucking) protection. The curse on modern society. – Read More-
Well, no-one gave ‘us’ a chance, but ‘we’ not only beat Brazil last night but thrashed them; humiliated them, put the complete socio-economic fabric of the entire nation back ten years and caused levels of pain, suffering and chest-beating amoung survivors not normally witnessed outside of an earthquake zone. I’ve never been prouder to be – Read More-
After the feast comes the famine. And I’m not referring to my first few days of not having Cornish Cream Teas. Issa metaphor, innit. And it refers to the first day when suddenly, there’s no sport to watch. Yesterday. Black Monday. Tennis is finished, footballers resting. All that happened was about 200 men in lycra – Read More-
Those damned Yanks. Not a clue between them. They come to London, go and watch Martin Freeman in Richard III at the theatre and once he’s done his ‘now is the winter of our discontent…’ soliloque, they clap. Applaud!!!! At a theatre!! Which is shameful and not what we do over here. And for good – Read More-
So that was Cornwall, Devon and the entire south west of England. Stunning, sunny (in the most part) and fab. Today I’m in Norfolk. As East as you can go without falling off the edge into the North Sea. In fact I’m writing this on the 10.15 from Kings Cross to Kings Lynn (I only – Read More-