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England’s Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
Whilst Wales and Scotland tumbled out of the World Cup and both the Ireland's go into the play-off lottery, England, much maligned and disappointing throughout, actually cruised to the finals with an 8 point cushion and no defeats. Qualifiers didn't used to be like this and although England were often as turgid as they are now, there was real drama in qualifying. Remember Terry Butcher and his bloodied head against the Swedes, and the ...
Moving Over to the Twitterside
Over the last month or so I have been gradually been moving away from the joys of Facebook and utilising Twitter far more. I always thought that Twitter was for young trendy folk too ashamed to use Facebook; however, for wit, sharp writing and excellent instant information, it is in my opinion, streets ahead of Facebook. I have also found that more and more people are not interested in Facebook anymore, which, with regards to me, is quite ...
The Alarming Duds of May!
A few years ago, I was watching England hammer the Aussies at cricket when a picture of a beleaguered Shane Watson came up on my TV screen. Momentarily, I felt for him as the barracking echoed from the stands and his lip quivered to the sporting misery that was unfolding around him. I have a terrible trait for taking pity on people who have previously inflicted misery on others and the feeling I had for Watson a few years ago emerged once ...
If You Think Politics is Ugly Now…
It was quite bizarre watching the Labour Party conference this week as it had an air of euphoria about which, considering the election was lost against Theresa May, the worst political leader in the entire history of world political leaders, was I thought, a touch over the top. Of course, the euphoria comes from Labour's renewed vigour as a socialist political force and the assumption that it is only a matter of sitting backing and ...
A Love of Being Angry is Taking Over!
I was happily walking along the River Test at Houghton on Friday when out of nowhere, I became involved in an extraordinary incident. It began as I walked past a lady in her sixties who was picking blackberries. I gave her the good old English nod accompanied by a hearty 'what a lovely morning' greeting that was a reflection of a fine and crisp autumn day. Standard stuff, I am sure you will agree. The lady stopped picking and stared at me ...