Ok, so we’re back in the Middle East. Standing right by the Lebanese border. With our boots on… the ground. And we’re in them. Because we’re going to invade. So we need good footwear. An army ‘marches on its stomach’ but definitely needs comfortable feet. Especially when… escalating!!!! I read the news, listen to the – Read More-
Winning isn’t everything, as they say. But losing isn’t anything. So its a fitting time for me to once again talk about football, embrace every sports page, every moronic, dickhead pundit, even Alan Shearer!!!, and wallow in the reflected glory of my football team. There’ll be no automatic deleting of Match of the Day 2 – Read More-
We’re on the verge of the ‘next breakthrough’. Not AI, that’s almost outdated and superseded already, along with driverless cars, planes and pushbikes (can’t see the point either but it’s something to be conquered, so why not?). Your watch can tell you that your heart-rate is problematic, your blood sugar low and your step count – Read More-
On April 15th, 1964, the accused, ‘Mr O’, was walking along the street when he saw a woman. He found her to be rather appealing. By objectifying her. Fantasising about her. He then set about stalking her on the street. Following her. Then, brazenly demanding that she fulfil his fantasy and stay with him overnight. – Read More-
I had to come home from Greece in time for the Labour Conference, it was important. Not for me, so much, but they couldn’t have had such a meaningful and wonderful time if they thought I was out of the country. And our new government excelled themselves. They’ve put behind them all that horrible, nasty – Read More-
I’m not going to talk about the football. Uh-huh, no way. It would be hurtful, nasty, possibly a bit spiteful and possibly even mildly offensive. To… some. I’m not going to gloat that Spurs beat Brentford because we should always beat Brentford. And the manner of the victory had ‘chaos’ stamped all over it. Yet – Read More-
Its over. As I sit here at Athens International Airport, I’ve swam my last swim, walked my last beach, eaten my last fava-bean and drank my last ouzo. Which would have been my first in fact cos I’m not a lover of the stuff cos it tastes so strongly of aniseed and makes me dance – Read More-
We’ve moved. No longer on Kea, we took the morning ferry back to… somewhere fairly near Athens, from where we took an Uber to… a resort somewhere fairly near Athens. This picture will tell you exactly where we are now. We’re ‘there’. So we can enjoy our last day and tomorrow morning here before heading – Read More-
I’m in Greece. In case you missed that. And here on beautiful Kea Island there is a population of 2,500. Mostly Greeks, I’m guessing. The demographic of our hotel is a bit different. As it’s a hotel. Where forriners live. Not many cos its a really small hotel, so its a bit ‘intimate’. I don’t – Read More-
We all have our routines. And on hot holidays ours barely varies. Swim before breakfast; Mel’s golden rule. She does it in the Finchley drizzle, she certainly won’t miss it in the glorious sunshine and heat of Kea Island. I’m there. Like a puppy. Following. In her wake. I complete my statutory 3 lengths, she’s – Read More-