There’s been no change in the Queen’s condition, unfortunately, so plans for the funeral are ploughing ahead. Her body was moved from Balmoral to Edinburgh yesterday at suitably funerial speed. Her Maj will spend a couple of days in Scotland’s capital, even though the fringe is over. And then she’ll ‘come’ to London where she’ll – Read More-
So football decided, in a fit of FOMO on Thursday, to cancel all football matches this weekend. If I’m honest, I can live without it. Just for one weekend. No more. But then one needs to question: why? What is the purpose of cancelling a hundred games of football, all of which will need playing – Read More-
When the ancient Egyptian Pharaohs died, they were never buried alone. Oh no. A few wives went in there with him, all his pets, favourite horse, a camel, mother-in-law, which is why they needed really big crypts. Because the mother-in-law was immense. (I think we need to re-kindle the whole ‘mother-in-law’ joke thing for these – Read More-
Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the 2nd, has died. Did you hear? Possibly not. If you were buried in a hole in the garden with no sound available and limited WiFi, you may have missed it. Otherwise, you already know and thus have started your very own outpouring of grief, sorrow and despair. If you’re a – Read More-
The women won the European Championships and it was the best thing ever for women’s football. Not for football in general (read: men’s football), because in that respect it was fairly meaningless. It was a different game. But in politics, they all play the same game. And in keeping with the football-led theme of the – Read More-
We get a new Prime Minister today. In all likelihood Liz Truss. Based only upon Rishi yesterday, who, suddenly, after months of slagging off, became really nice and conciliatory and flattering about her. Because she can give him a good job. But neither of them qualify for ‘genius’ status. Only my wife does that. For – Read More-
VAR has ruined my life. I’ve survived Brexit, well, I am currently in the process of surviving it, the jury’s certainly still out on that one. And I’ve definitely survived Covid because I’m beyond caring about it. The cost of living crisis we’ll cope with, we have no choice. I’ll cut down on the caviar – Read More-
I was back at sea. Ok, at canal. The Boatman had made it all the way to Leighton Buzzard in the two weeks since we went to Milton Keynes. That’s four motorway junctions in two weeks. But you don’t buy a boat for speed. Not that boat. You buy it because its by far the – Read More-
Ok, I get it. Finally. It’s taken a while. I want to be a Manchester City fan. Always loved them (never), my favourite city in the world (loathsome, dank shit-hole), forever in my heart (hated them from my first ever football match, against… Manchester City). They are team with a full, rich history (rubbish) and – Read More-
I love it (read: ‘fucking HATE it’) when people of strong political leanings encompassing a whole manner of negativities, choose to conflate all their betes noires into one little package of out-of-context venom. So I’d like you to introduce you to Sandrine Rousseau. Here’s the shocker, with such a name: she’s French. And she’s ‘green’. – Read More-