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Cricketing Inequality Amid the Glory!
This is a quick post as I am going on holiday for a week with my girlfriend to Santorini, a Greek Island, and if I write a blog post from there, my days will be numbered. "What, you are going on holiday again?" I hear you wail. Yes, that's right I am, I can't really afford it, but I will be moving house when I get back, which will drain my resources and at some time in the future I will be dead, so I am going on holiday and and that's ...
What Should Become of the House of Lords?
It's quite strange isn't it, that the House of Lords always seems far away from our minds, hidden away in the background like a child with Tourette's syndrome that a parent is too embarrassed to take to a social function. It only really seems to pop up in the news and social media when it gets caught out beyond the apparent boundaries of its own dubious conduct, as with the case this week with Lord Sewel, the deputy speaker and the man ...
Back From Portugal!
Well, the holiday is drawing to a close and the chances are that after starting this post from our hotel room on Thursday evening, I will probably finish it on the flight home and publish it when back in Blighty. Since my last post the 'Little Britain' family has gone but there have been some impressive cameo appearances from a Dutch couple next door who spent one evening fornicating the hotel to it's foundations and a South African guy who ...
Portugal Halfway Through!
Well, after a few days we are now well settled in the unique surroundings of the Dom Jose Beach Hotel, in Quateira, Portugal. I say unique, as it is a little bit like Little Britain goes abroad with a host of odd types, including, a family with their mother who keeps speeding off on he wrong side of the road on a mobility scooter, a family from Belfast beset with internal disputes, an elderly man who keeps wetting himself and shouting at ...
Arriving in Portugal
Well, we have arrived at our destination without alarm, whilst not really knowing what to expect, such was the hurry with the booking. After an arduous couple of hours with sun seeking casual racists at Gatwick's Flying Horse pub, our flight was a relatively peaceful one. We were sat next to a guy who was on his friend's stag weekend, but only just, after he left his passport on a train at Sevenoaks and had to summons his wife to pick it up ...