I’m over it. We’re over it. Everyone’s over Spurs ‘temporary’ run of bad form, resulting in THE WEEK OF HELLLLL!!!!!, for all concerned, but was washed away like a nasty stain with yesterday’s victory at Villa  Park. Well, perhaps a bit more than a mere stain, more… more… a FULL FACE TATOO, so deep runneth the scars from the humiliation by Arsenal and then in Zagreb. But to be a football fan you need a thick skin and a terrible memory. A kind of elephant/goldfish hybrid. Whereas to be a football manager you only need to have others to blame for any collective failings which may occur. And Jose Morinho is a very good manager, by virtue of his unerring ability to deflect. But only the blame. Never the credit. 

Ursula Von der Leyen has declared war on Britain. The nation which, in the 1970s, adopted this virtual ‘refugee’ in danger for her life. She was ‘wanted’ by the Baader Meinhoffs, a German terrorist organisation, because of her liberal views and very rich daddy. Both of which made her a target for the hard-left militants who were, for their time, outrageously nasty and violent. By standards of today’s industrialised, multi-national, Footsie-100 terrorists, they would be seen as amateur lightweights. But they were bad enough that young Ursula came over here to study at LSE. Under an assumed name. Where she thrived in the ‘wild and crazy times’ in our capital in the heady, pre-punk days.

And she repays her wonderful hospitality here by threatening to ban vaccines made in Europe from coming here. Strictly against the rules of the Union of Europeans that she is in sole charge of. All 365 million of ’em. 

There was a protest yesterday. Over the right to protest. Bit ironic really. If you can’t protest, how can you protest about it? What do you with all your duffel coats? But they went to Bristol and protest they did. Duffel coats, banners, songs, chanting, usual protest shit, unchanged since Vietnam. Even though we have new Covid laws about gatherings and proximity. But the police are not totally insensitive to recent current affairs, so they just let them sing and wave their banners. Then night fell. And either these protesters are affected by the moon, like werewolves, or the protest was  taken over at nightfall by the somewhat more militant. Because it  all kicked off. Police vans set on fire, attacks on the police station, police injured in wave of ‘missiles’. And much as protesting is an essential right in any true democracy, there is a difference between ‘protest’ and ‘riot’, whatever the underlying point being made. Once the first 57-inch flat screen runs off down the road that marks the end of the official ‘protest’. 

Happy Monday

A xxxx