I was thinking about Sgt Steve Roberts this morning, the soldier from the 2nd Royal Tank Regiment who died in Iraq because he didn’t have body armour to protect him. What upsets me most about his death is the waste involved, his life was simply squandered due to a lack of resources. He didn’t die… Continue reading Sgt Steve Roberts
Category: Ranting
I quite literally despair of it all
I walk past the Apollo and through the subway on the way home from work, the mild mannered Tracy Chapman fans place their MacDonalds debris neatly on the staircase for someone else’s children to pick up. The more inoffensive the music, the more offensive the fans. Don’t believe me? Watch Last Night of The Proms.… Continue reading I quite literally despair of it all
Drunk on the Old Kent Road with Captain Mainwaring
I got lost last night on the way home. I was supposed to get the 171 from Waterloo but somehow ended up walking through those surreal yellow lit arches in Bermondsey. Eventually I found the Old Kent Road, which I floated along in a pissed up daze of confusion and spin. Wandering through places that… Continue reading Drunk on the Old Kent Road with Captain Mainwaring
It’s all about ME and my legacy isn’t it Piety?!
Last week saw Piety Blair give his last speech to the Labour party as Prime Minister. It should have been a defining moment in his premiership, a point when the egomania, lies and contempt finally reached the apex that seemed to have threatened for so long. We should have seen a man struggling desperately to… Continue reading It’s all about ME and my legacy isn’t it Piety?!
Thank you for your guidance Tony
Tony Blair’s latest initiative to tackle anti social behaviour in a child before birth is surely the work of genius. How he must have dreamed of the time when he could put forward ideas on social engineering without a barrage of criticism and condemnation. A time when he, along with the HRH The Prince of… Continue reading Thank you for your guidance Tony
Sam Mitchell and public schools
Sat on the Piccadilly line this evening as usual, I rub the oily sweat from my grubby face whilst looking round for something to focus on. Opposite, an overweight bloke reading Nuts magazine at arms length sweats profusely and grins as Nikki from Big Brother ‘Bares all’. He slouches in his seat and periodically tucks… Continue reading Sam Mitchell and public schools
The ultimate accolade for any discerning royal
I had a peak at the Telegraph yesterday while nobody was looking, why I find it necessary to upset myself I don’t know, but that’s just the way it is. It’s a bit like being completely unable to stop staring at the hardest looking bloke in the pub – basic intrigue. So what possesses the… Continue reading The ultimate accolade for any discerning royal
They’re at it again!
They’re at it again! My back was turned for just five minutes, but that’s more than long enough for our beloved royal family to start living out more fantasies at the expense of others. And that’s not the financial expense one usual associates with royalty either. I’m referring to the eternally smug William Windsor dressing… Continue reading They’re at it again!
Advertising is consuming our lives
Advertising is consuming our lives. When the ad breaks come on the TV, I scramble for the mute button on the remote control before the assault on my ears starts. A sure sign, along with receding hair, that middle age is finally upon me. The barrage is as relentless in the magazines we read. Okay,… Continue reading Advertising is consuming our lives
Shoot yourself, Dick
My heart bled this morning as I read a newspaper article about Dick Cheney accidentally shooting a friend during a Quail hunting trip. Apparently it was one of the worst days of his life, and that he will never forget the image of his friend falling to the ground. Poor Dick, what a dreadful experience,… Continue reading Shoot yourself, Dick