We went to Legoland on Thursday. I’ve wanted to go there for ages. Mel too. Even though neither of us is particularly fat, nor have any significant ink-work. Unfortunately it was the day we had the kids so we had to take them with, which was a shame because these places aren’t really for children. – Read More-
I don’t know how successful sales of Barbie have been since they invented them, but I’m guessing BIG. And at some point, a massive decision was made. About Barbie’s feet. The designers and marketing people at Mattel had 85 hours of meetings and decided… that Barbie’s feet should forever and always be at 45 degrees – Read More-
I’m so green these days. I have an electric car, which helps flowers grow and I even have an electric bike. Which must be better than pedalling because if I’m exerting less then I’m breathing out less carbon monoxide than if I was on a push bike and hence I’m melting less of the polar – Read More-
I’m going to see Barbie. Not the doll, the movie. I actually have loads of Barbie dolls, or rather ‘we’ do. Collectively. My daughters’ collection dusted off for Lila and then we ordered online about 75 assorted dresses/shoes/bags/shit from China for £3.95 (p/p included). So we’re stocked. And as such, I feel I have every – Read More-
The shit’s hit the fan at Coutts bank. Which is actually just a few mediocre branches of Nat West specifically used by snobs, snooties, debs, Sloane Rangers, minor aristocrats, major wankers and the tragically aspirational. Because its a 300-year-old ‘private’ bank. Even though its now owned by Nat West who are a bit private but – Read More-
Its all about money. Obscene levels of cash. And all of it, seemingly, going to Kylian Mbappe, the French superstar currently (as at time of writing) playing for Paris St Germain. But he wants to leave and go to Real Madrid. Because Real keep beating PSG in the champions league so the rationale is: move – Read More-
I’ve decided to enter the word ‘Starm’ into the English vocabulary. I starm, you starm, he is a total fucking Starmer, we Starm… ya get the idea. Its a verb. You’ve seen those before. Even if most of you wouldn’t know it was a verb. Or it can be a noun. Either way, it means – Read More-
I only read the Mail on Sundays. Its all I can take. But I have to read it, as many millions of Brits do. Ok, not the clever ones, obviously, not even, in the most part, the nice ones, the decent ones, the caring ones, the tolerant ones or those who may have voted ‘Remain’, – Read More-
I’d just like to say that, as a rather smug and superior electric car driver, the extension of the Ultra Low Emission Zone is a welcome addition to London’s fight against congestion and pollution and its quest for a greener, more caring, more carbon-free contribution to the world and all the polar bears. Ahhhhhh. And – Read More-
Summer’s are dead boring. There’s no football. You go on holiday and spend a fortnight hiding from the sun and standing under a cold shower, eating foreign muck and spending Euros. Its so hot out there you can barely get your sandals over your socks before heading back into water. Ok, there’s a bit of – Read More-