Theresa May is a wonderful negotiator. No doubt about it. She goes to Florence to speak to those rotten Euro-bastards and give them ‘what for’ and ‘read the riot act’ and make our case for leaving their repressive, demanding, over-charging Euro-bollocks, and plans to offer 18 billion quid for a 2 year ‘interim period’ after Brexit, before… before proper Brexit. And within one measly day’s news headlines, that has grown to 40 billion. I mean, WTF??? Well, its only money.

Meanwhile, back in London, you’ll need to take the bus. Walk. Tube it. No more Uber. Its finished here, done forever, don’t need ’em. Uber? Phah!! Got black cabs, got mini-cabs, well we did have mini-cabs before Uber arrived, but we don’t need Uber. So they’ve lost their license in London. Quite right too.

Who needs all that rotten convenience? Who needs that job flexibility? Who needs to have trackable, traceable drivers who are cheap enough that our daughters use them to get home from Shoreditch at 3am rather than that lovely, safe, reliable, speedy night bus. Or walking, semi-drunk, in their mini-skirts and high heels. Who needs that? Who needs to be able to call a ride with a press of your phone, get a cab within 2 minutes and not have to go to the cashpoint first? Naaaah mate. Who needs ’em? Who wants to be part of the future when the past is so appealingly expensive and antiquated and quaint? You wouldn’t want London to be just another city hooked up to the most wonderful alternative personal transport system in the world, would you? Not when you can become un-Ubered and be part of the 3rd world for riding round. Except most of the 3rd world has embraced Uber and found it to be a massive asset. Both in terms of public usage and job creation. Like it is here, but its simply not ‘good enough’ for London. Not… not… not… I wish I fucking knew. But licensed they won’t be as of September 30th. Though doubtless there’ll be appeals. But really. Really!

Spurs played at West Ham today and were winning so easily that was almost embarrassing. So they decided to try and make more a game of it so had one of our players taken off, give them a man advantage. Which levelled things up a bit but not enough to affect the result.

No tennis for me today. Nor tomorrow, much the pity. Seeing a hip man on Tuesday night. Not like a geezer with a long beard and tattoos who runs a vegan kebab shop in Dalston, more a besuited dude with a white coat and stethoscope. Though really, as an orthopaedic surgeon, more a hammer, chisel and Black’n’Decker. Oooohhhh.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx