I’ll just say it once: it’s hot. Fucking hot. Ridiculously hot. Which is not really the point. The point is that it’s been like this… foreverrrrr!!! I can’t remember what rain even looks like. Sleeping under the covers. Wearing long trousers. It’s all consigned to history. The only time I’ve used the tube lately was – Read More-
… a day makes. 24 little hours… Because today, if I use a public toilet I absolutely KNOW that the great fat, threatening, shaven-headed, tattooed, knife-wielding head-case who just stomped in, is in possession of a dick. I don’t have to fear that it might be a ‘trans’ person, pretending that ‘they’ do have a – Read More-
I hate to bang on about Gianni Infantino but… I have to. He’s horrible. He’s vile. And if you are a football fan, you’ll understand my complete contempt of the man. And if you’re not, then go read the new Robert Galbraith novel for the next 3 minutes instead. I’m reading it and it’s fab. – Read More-
If you were around in the 1970s, you’ll remember it was ‘sit-com’ ground zero for British humour. Loads of sit-coms; they just ‘exploded’ into life, like the Cambrian Explosion, when millions of diverse life-forms just ‘appeared’ on the planet. So with comedy shows. Some were brilliant. Like Steptoe & Son. Some were abysmal. Like On – Read More-
I’m thinking that City Airport is my absolute favourite airport in the whole world. But is having a ‘favourite airport’ a bit like having a favourite ‘incurable disease’? Or a favourite ‘London football club which isn’t Spurs’. A favourite poem by Chaucer? Because let’s face it; although we all need airports, they are fucking horrible – Read More-
Gianni Infantino, football’s favourite slap-head, was called in to run football’s over-ruling international body, FIFA, because his predecessor, Sepp Blatter, was a corrupt and self-serving nest-featherer who spent his time as boss in running the biggest gravy train in sport. And unlike other trains, it always ran on time. Blatter worked out that of the – Read More-
Italians were put here, as a nation, for aesthetic purposes only. They look good. Some of them, really good. A few, breathtakingly good. But that’s ‘form’. As for function, Italy is fairly useless. Always has been. Shops close up so they can rest or fornicate in the afternoons, factories close for 6 weeks every summer, – Read More-
So here we are. In Florence. Italy, innit. In fact, at one time it was the capital of Italy. Not for very long, obviously; how long does it take to piss off a bunch’a Romans. But it was rich and powerful and it had full sponsorship. From the Medici family. We all need sponsors and – Read More-
Remember that dance track by Haddaway; ‘what is love?’ Well, I’ve been thinking lately about that most over-used, much-abused and completely ambiguous and unhelpful word: ‘love’. What is ‘love’?? When did it change from being an absolute and complex set of emotions for another person for whom you would die; to “I love cheese and – Read More-
Apparently, Andy Burnham’s form of… I’ll call it ‘neo-socialism’ because he’s implicitly opposed to the ‘neo-Liberalism’ of the last 27 governments, is a singularly 1970s concept. So everyone keeps saying. And to be honest, I’d be happy reliving the 1970s which, as they always say, is the decade which, if you remember it, you weren’t – Read More-