I don’t think the late, great Kurt Cobain, when he penned those words, had in mind the current culture of sacking football managers, but its nonetheless rather appropriate. In fact I don’t think Kurt had ever heard of David Moyes at the time he wrote Smells Like Teen Spirit. I don’t think anyone knew who – Read More-
How nice to have a long weekend. How lovely to know that the world (well, round here anyway) has officially stopped for 4 days to rest, relax, recuperate and re-incarnate. I passed on the latter. In fact I passed over on the latter, but that’s another story. This is how my 4 days of rest – Read More-
Its rather ironic, possibly even a tad moronic, that I absolutely haaaaated English at school. Despised it. All that riy-tin they made you do, couldn’t bare it. Wouldn’t want to be writing all the time, would I? And readin’. Who needs it? I didn’t voluntarily pick up my first book to read until I was – Read More-
I love this time of the football season. Its the sharp end. The business end. The time when aspiration becomes either realisation (Liverpool) or constipation (Spurs); when promise becomes delivered or reduced to more lies; when real men stand and get counted, and the preening overpaid ponces wither on the vine of also-ran-dom. So yesterday, – Read More-
Tomorrow night Fargo is on tv. Not the movie, but a new, 10-part tv series. How do they do that? Why do they do that? Why take one of the most perfect movies ever made and ‘adapt’ it; re-work it, modify it, extend it, re-do and add bits on? Oh, for money, of course. Like – Read More-
What: you can’t read Russian? Or is it Ukrainian?? Is there a difference? Anyway, let me help you with the translation. What this little leaflet says is: “Dear citizens of the lovely city of Donetsk; we hope you’re having a nice day and supporting the Russian cause by shooting any pro-Ukranians you can find and – Read More-
Was chatting to an old (very old) school mate the other day. He’d been at the Emirates to watch his beloved West Ham (I said he was old, never said he was clever) lose to the Arse. And he was complaining. Ok, all football fans complain, all the frikkin time, its what we do. That’s – Read More-
A group of men wearing white robes and hoods, trawling the streets after dark holding flaming torches. If this was in Tennessee this would be completely normal behaviour; the only questions would be ‘where your cross??’ and ‘who we gonna hang tonight?’ But its not in the Deep South, well not of America. This is – Read More-
BBC4 to the rescue again last night. What a fabulous tv channel that is. They have a back catalogue of 284 million of the best documentaries the world’s ever known and they just rotate them. And loads are about music. We had ten round for dinner last night. To tell the story of the passover. – Read More-
So often as we watch our beloved game, its the big matches that disappoint. They’re either dull and slow and overly-cautious, or one team swamps the other and its 5-0. Which can be amusing, depending who’s on the losing end, but its not ‘a great match’, just a lot of goals. Yesterday’s game between Liverpool – Read More-