I’m at war. I declared it on Thursday night and I’ve already bombed the shit out of half of Yemen. Even though I’m not at war with Yemen, but with the Houthis. Who? Hou??? Houthis. That band of warrior fighter/religious zealotish, rebel-type dudes from Northern Yemen. They look a bit like the Taliban, same dentists, – Read More-
I’ve been away. Came back to a variety of FA cup stuff which was all well and good until we got drawn against Manchester City in the next round. And no-one wants that. Least of all me. But while away, they chose not to suspend the league in my absence but played it anyway! So – Read More-
I was always ‘proud’ to be something of a diversity. That I could include myself happily in the whole ‘LGBT’ thing, paint my hair purple, wear rainbows, march in a ball gown, the lot. Because I was under the impression that the ‘B’ stood for ‘bath’. And for so many years after expressing my love – Read More-
Mel and I went to Sri Lanka 39 years ago on what was to be the first of many ‘exotic’ holidays. For Mel, it was fantastic because she came home with jewels and had found the man of her (and everyone else’s) dreams. And for me, I got to ride on an elephant; you just – Read More-
This is a fish. (The thing on the left). You didn’t know they came like this, did you? You thought fishes came in ring pull tins, or little plastic, vacuum-packed pouches, or in thin, pink slices of wonderful smoky fishiness from the deli. But no, this is how they start life. Well, end life. And – Read More-
I’ve always viewed life as a series of movies, in which I play the hero. The saviour. The martyr, the lead singer, the quarterback, centre forward, the hand of God, Zorro, Christ the Redeemer, Florence Nightingale, Douglas Bader, The Cheerleader, Luke Skywalker and Kermit the Frog. Bruce Lee, obviously. But this morning we entered the – Read More-
I’ve been asking myself a question, as I sit here, in the tropical sunshine, bathed in the guilt of the privileged, wallowing in the self-satisfaction of eating more curry in the last 8 days than in my previous 800 and pondering how those poor Brits are coping with all that grey, depressing coldness, ‘over there’. – Read More-
OMG!!!! On our resort by the beach in Kovalam, they have YOGAAAA!!! But like every morning!!! In, like, India, where they invented Yoga!!! Ruvinder Yoga of the Yogic corporation, (inc. 1507, by a palm tree in the hillside), first pulled his right foot up to his left ear whilst humming and the rest is history. – Read More-
I’m writing this from the… prow?… the aft??… the front-pointy bit, upstairs on the good ship Saffron, as it sails along ‘the backwaters’. A concept so odd and bizarre that even though I’m staring at it, live and in ‘real time’, I’m not sure what it is. And best of all? There’s no WiFi on – Read More-
Kerala is known as ‘God’s own Country’. And for good reason; it is quite stunningly beautiful, virtually everywhere you look… except for a lot of the bits where man has been and dumped a load of broken and stripped down tuk-tuks in a heap. But my first question, particularly in India, is always ‘which God’? – Read More-