Andy's Glasses

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.

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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-

Why do we do things that will bring us pain? Why are we (well, I bloody am) inherently masochistic in that we invite suffering constantly? I’m not referring to being a Spurs fan in this particular instance, though I feel that is yet another manifestation of the same principle. Every Sunday morning I read the – Read More-

Let me tell you about my pet hate. Well, one of them. I have so many I don’t think my hard drive is sufficient to even list them all in abbreviated form. But number one, numero uno, the Big One, the real thing is people walking along staring at their (ffaaaaarrrkkkin) phones. THERE’S A WORLD – Read More-

Elvis Costello was never really a ‘proper’ punk rocker. He emerged at that time, in the late 70s, when Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious were spitting all over the place and piercing their ears on stage with broken bottles and being as outrageous as Malcolm McLaren (who, after all, was paying for all the drugs) – Read More-

Its the end of an era. Life will never be the same again. A modern day tragedy. McDonalds in Hampstead is closing. Well who gives a shit? That’s what they serve; shit. Killer shit. Anyone who saw ‘Supersize Me’ knows that McDonalds peddle death to the masses. A quarter pounder with cheese weighs… er… well, – Read More-

I’m a very ethical shopper. I only buy clothes made by unemployed, replenishable, single-parent transexuals paid a decent wage by a UK-based, tax-declaring company in a wonderful, bright, cheery environment with massages provided every hour to relieve any strain the workers may incur. My socks alone cost £97.50 a pair. I’m saving up for a shirt. – Read More-

The opposite of good is bad. The opposite of short is tall The opposite of heroic is… Well what? Cowardly? Sensible?? No schmuck??? We all love a hero. Every movie has a hero. Douglas Barder climbed back into his Spitfire are losing both his legs to fight the Hun once more. Gary Cooper faced the – Read More-