The hell of the high street. The high Street is an awful place, dirty and depressing, the standard council herringbone brickwork stained with spat out chewing gum, dog shit and human blood. I used to lay herringbone brickwork whilst the Fatty would sit watching in his BMW smoking Henri Wintermans, now I avoid herringbone like… Continue reading The high street is dead, long live shopping
I’d always been of the opinion that blokes who drove about in tarted up hatch backs were idiots. Spotty cap wearing hood rats who tear about any suburban town centre in under powered cars, those originally designed for their mothers to park on the zigzags during the school run. It’s true to say that most… Continue reading Boy racers are idiots?
It didn’t seem to matter that Victoria Pendleton only won a single gold medal in her last competition. The championed Golden Girl of British cycling appeared indifferent, all the hard work had been done and she’d managed to put in a good show at the end of a fantastic sporting career. All that was left… Continue reading Goodbye Victoria Pendleton
I love Christmas, always have done. I can remember vividly getting worked up into a frenzy as Christmas came closer, school finished and family started to congregate in houses far too small for the purpose. Looking back, it was all about the build up as the day itself was always, for some reason or another,… Continue reading The ghost of Christmas past.
It’s only been a few days since the it was announced that NOW was finishing with its last edition today, it all coming amid the phone hacking scandal that is currently gripping the nation. My Tweet Deck has been working overtime trying to cope with the amount of tweeters and bloggers feeling sorry for the… Continue reading The News of the World is dead, Who cares?
Tea. Nobody in this country can make a decent cup of tea, the only people that can come close are myself and my mother, and even she doesn’t bother to make a proper cup any more. The worst place to get a cup of tea in this country is at any kind of ‘Great British’… Continue reading Tea. The Great British Myth
A few years ago I wrote about The sanitisation of war, how our media have come to depict warfare in general as not only just, but as a simple story of good against evil in the manner of a Commando comic. On page 47 of today’s free Sport magazine, the Royal Air Force have taken… Continue reading War, there’s something for everyone
It’s happened very quickly, in the last couple of years it seems that the way that we speak has changed more than in the last four or five decades. It’s like an epidemic has taken hold affecting everyone between the ages of twenty and forty, and what’s more I’m sure people do it to annoy… Continue reading Why have we stopped talking properly?
It annoys me when people fake confusion when you’re trying to explain something to them. Looking at you like you’re from a different planet whilst repeating back to you what you’ve just asked, slowly. Managers are past masters at faking confusion, it’s something they learn at those high five motivational seminars. The fake confusion that… Continue reading Fake confusion
It was after I read an article somewhere a few years ago that I began to think that things were going wrong for British Pubs. I can’t remember what it was in or when, but it was about John Illsley, former Bass player from Dire Straits taking over a pub in Hampshire, which turns out… Continue reading The death of our pubs