Uncategorized
A Very British Moral Dilemma
I was listening to the builders who are working next door, having their tea break chat yesterday. One of them was ranting on about hanging Shamima Begum, the British citizen who fled to ISIS.His mate piped up and said, "Fuck me, chill out mate, she was 15 when she went there, who knows what has happened"? I found myself quietly applauding the bloke. He was not condoning her actions but he had taken the logical step of letting his brain pass ...
Final settlement on the BoJo Fantasy Bridge!
We all like a bit of Boris, he's so funny. What with getting stuck on trapezes, falling of his bike and leaving a British citizen stranded in an Iranian prison, he is always up for a laugh. Two years after it was eventually shelved as some sort of Boris fantasy project, the final bill has arrived for the London Garden Bridge. It's a right old hoot reading the figures, with the final cost to the taxpayer just £43 million quid. For goodness ...
Don McCullin – Looking for England
I was looking, amongst all the utter dross, for something to watch on TV before I went to bed last night. It's not an easy task, with a multi-channel choice of nonsense hiding anything worth giving up an hour of your time for. As usual, I drifted off towards BBC4 on the iPlayer. Tucked away in the background I found a little gem called 'Don McCullin - Looking For England'. I have long been a admirer of McCullin who is, in my opinion the ...
God Save Donald Tusk
I’m going to be honest with everyone here; I don’t think hell really exists. I think it was more likely an ancient form of mind control that has stayed in the heads of enlightenment sceptics. It’s only an opinion, but I think heaven and hell have all the credibility of the tooth fairy. However, if I am proved wrong and there is such place, I couldn’t think of anywhere better for Boris Johnson, Jacob Rees Mogg, John Redwood and ...
A Month Without Booze!
So, against what I originally thought were heavy odds, I managed the month of January without any booze. How was it then, I hear you cry? Was I crawling up the walls, snapping at my friends and family and kicking the dog? I have been trying to find an explanation to it all really and this is the best way I can describe it. It is like trying to run a mile. After 400 metres you have a stitch and think you are never going to make it ...