How can you beat the Germans (or even their frikkin substitutes; how totally embarrassing?) if you don’t have the right team? If the players are wrong?? I mean: how can you beat the Hun with a team in which the players are called Wayne, Ashley, Kyle and Andros? With surnames like Lallana and Jagielka. Even – Read More-
Without wishing to sound in any way pretentious or hi-brow (read: what follows will be exceptionallly pretentious and hi-brow) one simply loves an art gallery. This one does anyway. The works of the great masters; the magical skills of the artists; wonderful landscapes; fabulous potraits; naked fat birds romping round with cherubs; rooms full of – Read More-
I love a hypocrite. Simply love them. They’re what satire was invented for. Yet everyone has the right to at times act in a mildly hypocritical manner. Paul Flowers just abused that right. Who? The man who lives his life in reverse. A bit like the Brad Pitt movie about Benjamin Button who was born – Read More-
Amazing coincidence that the soldier on trial for murdering a Taleban geezer is called ‘A’. His name could have been B or G, Schwartz or even X, but A is just a great name for a defendant. I wonder if he’s related to another A who was on trial in 1974 for IRA atrocities? Amazing – Read More-
I don’t think I’ll ever truly understand Americans. I’ve visited them, numerous times, watched all their tv shows, even lived there for a year, amoungst them, like Tarzan when he was raised by the wolves. I learned their strange and mystical ways (eating fat, mainly), loved their women (errrr…), accepted their culture (went to loads of night clubs) and worked there as one of their own. I even understand American Football. But the whole gun thing is just fucking weird. – Read More –
So I’m talking to my (useless) mate Dom the other day and we get onto ‘best music EEEVVVVEEERRRRR’. Top ten stuff. Of ALL TIME. Wow.
Dom’s mired in the pre-90s because he’s so old and stuck in his ‘good old days’ on Hampstead Heath. I’m much more open and embracing and thus have 1 track from the 90s and 1 even from a few years ago. Just one. – Read More –
It has come to my notice that there’s nowhere upon which to leave a ‘comment’ on my blogs.
Which is as it bloody should be. My word is sacred, you’re just nothing, nobody, unworthy, just rabble.
What work do you do, mummy? Oh, I stand around in my underwear. Is that ‘work’? Like being a fireman or a consultant anaesthesiologist or an aid worker in the Philippines?? Not quite like that, darling, not exactly. I earn more money than they do. Much, much more. Oh. Can I get lots of money – Read More-
What does ‘the future’ hold for you? What does ‘the future’ even mean? Tomorrow? Next week?? Next year??? Or 2275? The problem is that the future is very big. I’m not talking about my personal future, that’s linked to my pension and my children’s willingness to change my nappies when the time comes. AS I – Read More-
Our mates Aussie Johnno and Billie-Sheila came over for lunch yesterday. We had to let them in because they’d come all the way from Australia. Even though Spurs were playing in a stupidly early, 12 o’clock, match. Why would you have a match so early on a sunday? Those poor Newcastle fans must have been – Read More-