On Sunday night, I’m not going to bed. I can’t. It’s when the polling booths close in Russia and I’m not sleeping until I know who has won. I want to know that there’s a swing in some desolate, isolated Siberian town, I want Jon Snow with his graphs and ‘swingometers’ and a panel of – Read More-
On Sunday night police moved into the Legacy funeral home in Hull. Oh, that’s odd. They weren’t dead, why would they go there? They weren’t discussing funerals either. They just went in and arrested 2 people. And found some dead bodies. Which, of all the places to find corpses in the world, could actually be – Read More-
A seemingly innocent photograph, just a family shot, Lila, Aunty and mummy, just everything ‘normal’. OR IS IT??? I had this picture assessed by three different verifying companies who found 71 instances of ‘evidence’ of ‘editing’. Lila has been made 0.35 inches taller than in real life. Where her arm crosses over to Rachie, you – Read More-
I’ve had the busiest weekend ever. Ok, not ever. Just… barely a chance to nap. THAT busy. There was just more sport to see than ever in the history of my tv. And soooo exiting. First the Scots played the Italians at rugby and… lost. To the Italians??? Yes, the Italians. One of the greatest – Read More-
We went out for dinner last night to a sweet little place in Crouch End. Crouch End boasts 432 ‘sweet little places’ for dining, at the current count. And there’s only 274 retail units in the whole ‘town’(?) so I really don’t know how they do that. For a starter, with our friends, we shared… – Read More-
I hate it when staff go on holiday. Its cruel, heartless and, to be honest, fucking selfish of them. And, they expect to get paid, for swanning around in the Indian Ocean sunshine, whilst I’m here left to actually… well… work. I have to get in early. Theoretically that’s no problem, just means I can’t – Read More-
The headline from the weekend’s sport is undoubtedly: Spurs won. The rest is irrelevant. Like how they won. Like the pain and suffering of the Spurs fans, condemned by their own commitment, frustrated by their teams irregularity of form which caused them immense pain and agony until Brennan Johnson came on and sorted things out. – Read More-
I’m going to lodge a claim against Transport for London for PTSD. I am scarred and officially traumatised. Not to mention the victim of ageism and probably anti-Semitism!!! It could take me years of therapy. Here’s what happened. It’s SHOCKING. Last weekend my ‘old git’s free-travel, all-you-can-eat, anywhere in London pass’ stopped working. A Catastrophe – Read More-
I’m having serious trouble awarding this week’s ‘tosser of the week award’ due to a positive glut of worthies for the title. George Galloway is always a candidate, just for wearing that stupid fucking hat. But the ‘antisemite’s antisemite’ managed to win the bye-election in Raffah, sorry, in Rochdale, on a single matter, completely unrelated – Read More-
There was a fashion, back in the 1930s for ‘reductionism’ in all sciences. Breaking things down to the smallest possible parts in order to understand them. We found atoms, then broke them down into protons and neutrons, ever searching for further understanding and way to destroy Japanese cities totally and very efficiently. We researched bodies – Read More-