The first senior minister from the Church of England has entered into a gay marriage. I’m going to assume he’s gay then. No lesser mortal than the Archbishop of Canterbury has stated that this is in breach of some terms and conditions somewhere, either in the contract of employment or in Leviticus 57, whatever. And – Read More-
My old life ‘luxury’ was always to read the papers in bed on a Saturday morning with a ‘nice cuppa tea’. Then I discovered Tai Chi, or perhaps it discovered me??? (its Chinese, therefore inscrutible, therefore its good to accentuate the mystical) and Saturday morning class is at 8.15 and if you’re late you get – Read More-
The reason football fans survive the almost endless heartache (Spurs fans), anxiety (all fans), depression (Arsenal fans), humiliation (Manchester United fans) and hatred (Chelsea fans) is because of hope. That single, solitary glimmer of what might be; of what could be; of what one day may come to fruition. That one day you might get – Read More-
I love a cabinet reshuffle. Out with the old ministerial garbage, the dead wood, the named and shamed, the worthless, the pointless, the useless and those fallen from grace, either in terms of popularity or morality. Or, in the case of Maria Miller, both. She had to go. Not because ‘her position became untenable’ after – Read More-
I love a bit of art, a nice pik-cher, a paintin’, maybe a skulp-cha, just love it. Yet I managed to avoid all of Vienna’s almost countless galleries until our 11th ‘hour’, immediately prior to take-off, before giving in and actually entering an art museum. The one in the picture. Aptly named: The Museum for – Read More-
I think Ultravox got it spot on when they wrote the words: “all Viennese are bastards” in their classic song. Possibly their only song of any merit. Ahhhhhhh, Vienna. Vienna is an exceptionally beautiful city. Amazing buildings, truly wonderful, incredible churches, more sculptures than… than… than somewhere else that has shit-loads of sculptures… maybe Florence… – Read More-
…is a term used to describe those who have 3 or less ‘apps’ on a phone or appliance they’ve had for more than 6 minutes. If a success in personal life is measured by Facebook ‘friends’ then surely the measure of cleverness, popularity or in fact penis length (especially for women) is the number of – Read More-
Spurs hope to have their new stadium complete by the 2016/17 season. I hope so. I love that area of Tottenham, always have. Its dirty, sleazy, impoverished, crime-ridden, ganged-up, riot-central, policeman-killing wonderful. Ok, I wouldn’t want to live there. Certainly wouldn’t eat a meal there (fish’n’chips kebabs only) and would never get out the car – Read More-
This weekend, Sunday morning to be precise, we’re off for a few days in Vienna. Mel’s birthday ‘surprise’ is well and truly out of the bag as the combined forces of British Airways, American Express and Mel’s almost obsessive need to ‘prepare her packing’ even for a 3-day, carry-on trip spilled all those beans. Which – Read More-
Sunday nights is bath night in our house. We bring in the zinc bathtub from the outhouse, put it on the kitchen floor and boil pans of water for a while. Being the man I bath first. Then the water gets used by everyone else in strict order of age, favours given, debts owed, promises – Read More-