Two Things. The first is the London Marathon. I’d only ever watched this on TV before and always considered it quite tedious, all those wacky costumes and over enthusiastic charity types seemed a little bit too much. We went to see some friends who live in Canary Wharf on Sunday so got caught up in… Continue reading Things are looking up!
I try to cross the road in an attempt to buy some foreign food for lunch but can’t use the pelican crossing because it’s blocked, by a nausea inducing mini coach. The driver stares gormlessly ahead as I watch the little green man appear through his windows, completely unaware that hundreds of people now have… Continue reading Saint George? Complete bollocks.
The expression ‘British jobs for British workers’ is quite simply laughable. The biggest hole in the current argument involving contractors at the Lindsey Oil Refinery in North Lincolnshire is that they are not British jobs at all, in fact they are French. French jobs that have been won, fair and square, by an Italian contractor… Continue reading British jobs for British workers? I don’t think so.
When I’m at work or in public and someone makes a particularly cutting or unnecessary comment, I never know what to say. More often than not I think of a hilarious reply whilst walking home later, but by then it’s too late. There’s a name for this scenario but I don’t know what it’s called,… Continue reading Modern Dialog
I’m referring to the state of chaos and confusion that is the country of Greece this week, two before Christmas. It seems that the ignition for this spate of rioting was the shooting of a fifteen year old boy by Police, but I think that the real momentum is probably rooted in more wide ranging… Continue reading Rioting in the streets is good, no?
I see him every morning in the park, watching intently as his pedigree Beagle shits in the flowerbed. Dogs? Pet fucking dogs. He stands upright and moans to other dog walkers about the state of the country, young people and insolence. He wants to move on but the animal wants to stay and sniff, so… Continue reading Old East End gent
This is a fantastic picture, and one of my favourite images of the last few years. Even if you’ve been living in Mongolia since the turn of the century and don’t recognise them, they look like the sort of people you’d like know, right? Look at Joe Calzaghe, with his humble stance and cool as… Continue reading Sport can save us from ourselves
I usually stop just outside Blackfriars to survey the days papers, a quick glance across the multicoloured collage of sex, hate and economic meltdown. As predictable as it is amusing, especially last week when I spotted a story about the Saindi family from Afghanistan who’d apparently been housed in a seven bedroom house in Ealing,… Continue reading Immigrants? Who are the real scroungers?
I can’t help but pick up on the latest tabloid hysteria, what with millions of examples left strewn across London on a daily basis. It is rubbish, which probably says a lot more about the people who read the stuff and cast it aside for someone else to pick up, before and after work. Anyway,… Continue reading Soldiers in my hotel? No chance
I was accused of being a glory hunter at work today because I follow Manchester City. I use the word follow because I’m not a real fan, I don’t go to matches and I’m not from Manchester. The accusation did come from a Spurs supporter, so you have to understand that there’s going to be… Continue reading A Man City fan?