What a night! At half time I was on the phone to Ben and Chris. “They’re in a different league! They may as well just start smashing the stadium up! Outclassed!”. What do I know, or any one else come to think of it. Who in their wildest dreams could have thought...

I spotted The Sun this morning at the station and was curious to see what three nice looking young girls where doing on the front cover clutching their offspring. It didn’t take long to realise they where today’s scapegoat, the latest figures of hate for ‘The currant...

I never got round to reading ‘Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas’ because for some reason it never really appealed to me, although like most things in my life if I were slightly less judgemental I’d probably enjoy it. The first thing I noticed was how genuinely interested the...

Kylie is the closest thing we have to a Royal family that represents us as a body people in any way, and if we could ever choose our head of state surely the princess of pop would be at the top of the list. She is how I’d like the rest of the world to see us – Intelligent, funny,...

Election night, anything in (brackets) describes what’s happening on the shit pump. FC was on the phone first thing this morning (“It’s true Jeremy!..I’ve got the bloody thing in my handbag!” – Shirley Williams) complaining that there was no UKIP...