I was watching the news last night and was particularly interested in the story about the flooding in Cumbria. Within seconds of the footage starting I’m in a seething rage as I spot some smartarse in a canoe. There’s always one isn’t there? He’s probably not even local to the flooding, just saw it on… Continue reading There’s always one isn’t there?
Category: Society
Cans of Lager
Cans of lager (550 ml) are like some sort of canister that fits into a machine or weapon. Replenishment for a photocopier for example, or even a handy unit of fuel that a gas burner screws into. They stack neatly in the fridge and keep for years, they can be consumed easily on all methods… Continue reading Cans of Lager
Stories about mobiles that make me laugh
My brother Chris Emailed this to me this morning: Stories about mobiles that make me laugh. Following a flight, everyone turns their phones back on whilst on the shuttle bus to the terminal. Then we have a chorus of text messages arriving “beep-beep!””be””beep-beep!””beep-beep!”. Then watch the look on someone’s face. “I’m abroad, in a foreign… Continue reading Stories about mobiles that make me laugh
Three minute silence?
Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of a period of collective thought, a moment to reflect on recent catastrophic events, It’s just that the whole three minutes silence thing is a bit too arbitrary. For instance, we had a silence after the 9/11 terrorist attacks, but not for the earthquake in Iran last… Continue reading Three minute silence?
Leave those kids alone, Combover
I’m trying to put my finger what I find most offensive about Prince Charles most recent comments regarding young people and ambition. Initially it was anger towards the use his position as a platform from which to pass comment on our society, one to which he has never made a valid contribution and quite obviously… Continue reading Leave those kids alone, Combover
Litter on the Underground
Sometimes the wooden floors on the District line are sanded down giving a stripped pine effect more at home in the kitchen at River Cottage. Last night on they way home the bleached unvarnished wood beneath my feet contrasted innocently against the surrounding urban filth. So much so that I took a photo with my… Continue reading Litter on the Underground
Ice cream vans
There’s a scrap yard on the other side of the tracks at New Cross Gate station. Even during the summer months it always seems a wet and oily place with an overhanging sense of ‘End’ about it. It’s guarded by a big German Sheppard, or it could be an Alsatian, who wonders around trying to… Continue reading Ice cream vans
Keep it coming Charles
The thing is, I should be angry about Prince Charles’s outrageously old fashioned comments. The more I think about it however, the more I realise he’s actually doing the republican cause a massive favour. This is the same single reason that I believe the BNP shouldn’t be silenced; as long as their lumpen ignorance is… Continue reading Keep it coming Charles
Chiswick horror in early hours
“CHISWICK HORROR IN EARLY HOURS” The urgent headline on this evening’s Evening Standard screams the “Shocking” news that a man has been stabbed in Chiswick. Any death under these circumstances is deeply saddening, especially so when the victim is the innocent party at home in what is believed to be a safe environment. However what… Continue reading Chiswick horror in early hours
The future of this country
Phrases come and go in the inevitable manner that denim will change its shape and colour – Bleached, pockets, stonewashed, ripped, baggy, tight, ripped again, boot cut ect. At last we seem to being seeing the back of the much loved ‘Whatever’, a term thought to show a complete lack of interest in the coolest… Continue reading The future of this country