As if Kier Starmer doesn’t make your skin crawl already, he just keeps upping the creepiness factor until, quite frankly, no-one else could ever get a look in. From being a horrible, anti-Semite-enabling do-nothing, sitting on Jeremy Corbyn’s shoulder for the ‘years of terror’, he’s now become the most negative, whingy-moany opposition leader ever, elevated – Read More-
I love a flower as much as the next man. Possibly more. Though it gets a bit less when I come home from work one day in about May and Mel tells me she’s bought ‘a few bedding plants’. And I open the car to find 2,000 little polystyrene boxes of earth looking at me, – Read More-
What is time? Yeah, fucked if I know either, but its such a good question. I like David Bowie’s definition best of all: “Time. Inflexes like a whore, falls wanking to the floor…” Not because it explains anything whatsoever, but just because its quite gratuitously rude and vulgar, and I like that. Another definition might – Read More-
Well that’s over. The coup in Russia. Possibly a ‘putsch’, maybe a shove. Almost a civil war. Its done with. You see, Mr Putin is such a nice, forgiving and tolerant world leader that he’s completely accepted the actions of the lovely Mr Prigozhin as ‘just a bit of an error, an over-excitement’, really nothing – Read More-
OMG! Have you heard??? There’s going to be peace in Ukraine. Putin will lead a flock of doves over Kiev whilst hippy Muscovites sing a medley of Bob Dylan songs, translated from the original Yiddish, hugging trees from Odessa to Donetsk and everyone will declare love and brotherhood forevermore… Almost. The good news is actually – Read More-
So some geezer had an issue with online attack from vegans. Nothing unusual in that, there’s nothing as aggressive as an unprovoked, over-sensitive grass-eater. But this was in Perth, Australia. Land of the blunt and direct. And the man was restaurateur John Mountain and he responded in a fabulous way by stating ‘the vegan option – Read More-
We were leaving the Promised Land. Even though we are ‘chosen people’, in this instance we decided to choose to be somewhere else. Not really out of choice, I’d have stayed on that beach or in the hummus bar, but holidays end, blah, blah, blah, don’t expect sympathy or compassion from YOU. We left our – Read More-
We returned from the Golan. Fabulous up there but we missed the beach. The odd thing is; we don’t even like the beach. All that fucking sand everywhere, its awful. Hot, sticky, windy places, crowded like here in Netanya, terrible. But much as we protest our dislike of being on beaches, we just love walking – Read More-
The thing about the Golan Heights is given away a bit by the name. They’re high. And, hilly. Ok, mountainous, but they don’t tell you that til you get there. So we picked a Golan Height and went there. Turned off the road onto a track. Bumped along very precariously for a couple of kilometres – Read More-
So we left the fat, lazy, over-eating, ice-cream-laden world of Tel Aviv’s most gorgeous seaside resort and headed north. By Northeast. And now we’re in the Golan Heights. Its spectacularly beautiful, but we know that, we’ve been here before. We’re about 2 miles from Syria but we’ve never been there before. And as its all – Read More-