We are, in case you hadn’t noticed, all drifting towards the inevitable doom of a domestic political oblivion. It’s true. I’d say don’t worry about it too much, but it might be an idea to keep one eye open when you sleep, just in case the mucky fallout from all this incompetence washes up directly […]

Read More Bollotics.

Whether you agree with me or not is a matter of complete irrelevance. It doesn’t change a thing. Ed Sheeran needs to shush. The critics that favour his style of insipid, pop-pants inconsequence may rave about how he builds up loops of sound using his special peddle as a foundation for his next set of […]

Read More Cod Almighty!

I’m thinking about putting a few quid on The Grand National. Not that I’ll put it on myself, because I haven’t got the faintest idea how to bet on a horse, a dog, a pigeon or a hedgehog, but rather what I’ll do is decide on a horse based on absolutely no evidence that they’re […]

Read More A Day At The Races.

It is best to leave the big questions to the clever people. They can ask why we’re here and what life is for. They can try to find the answer to the questions of existence, death and everything in between. They can philosophize about religion, war and love until long after the cows have come […]

Read More The Drop Zone Of Interest.

I’m tired. I’m tired of being told how much sleep I should be having. It makes me anxious and then I can’t sleep properly, and to be honest there are already enough obstacles that get lodged in between me and a solid nights sleep; none of them good, before you ask. Sadly, we live in […]

Read More Sleep tight.

To be honest, by the time The Brits hove into view yesterday evening I was both very refreshed and not in the least bit fresh whatsoever. When The Brits were on a weekday evening, usually a Tuesday, or at least I think it was a Tuesday, one had to be careful as to the style […]

Read More Another Year of The Usual Brit.

In an effort to gather some sort of momentum and, shock horror, regularity, I’ve just had to half watch half of one of the worst films ever made, only to decide that what might seem dreadful on a Saturday morning can always seem better when held up against some of the half-baked rubbish we are […]

Read More Merely An Oppenopinion.

Inspired (if that’s the best word) by the cover article in today’s Times Magazine. I haven’t actually read it. I don’t need to. It doesn’t matter. Who is the real Keir Starmer? Who is the real Keir Starmer? Who is the real Keir Starmer? Who is the real Keir Starmer? Who really cares? Who really […]

Read More Not much of a choice.

Serves as an unplanned but fitting sequel to the last post. I’ve grown to quite like Charles as King. I can certainly see why he’s always thought very little of the media. Poor bugger, I hope he sticks around for a while longer. 24 hours on and this is still the big story……..and counting. You […]

Read More One Can Only Speculate.

I’m glad that prostate cancer is finally getting some serious time in the sun. For far too long it’s been unfairly overshadowed by so many other cancers. As we all know the big daddy on the block for a long time was good old lung cancer. If you didn’t have lung cancer you just weren’t […]

Read More Beyond The Royal Nipsy.