How was your Tuesday? Probably better than Rishi Sunak’s. Unless you’re a West Ham fan, obviously. Because yesterday they took the pre-vote vote on the Rwanda bill. Again??? Yes, again. We’ve got loads of horrible forriners fresh of their highly sinkable boats, just waiting for a one-way ticket to… well, kind of ‘oblivion’. There’s a – Read More-
So we’re out to ‘de-escalate’ the potential troubles in the Red Sea. By bombing the shit out of a bunch of terrorists, armed to the teeth, who care about nothing but their hatred for us and, well, about escalating issues of violence and war. So how did that work out, David Cameron? The ‘de-escalation’ business? – Read More-
I went to the rally yesterday in Trafalgar Square, ever conscious that at 4.30 Spurs were kicking off at Manchester United and would probably be more in need of my support than Israel is. And how apt. How appropriate. How sychronistic. That Gary Lineker has chosen to unilaterally align my two pet obsessions of the – Read More-
I just have three words to describe how the football season changed totally yesterday. How blurred lines and hopeful aspirations have now completely clarified and plummeted to zero. How the dreams of the wannabes were put to the sword in 24 minutes of domination and demonstration of future intent. Kevin. De. Bruyne. The Belgian returned – Read More-
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-