“All my heroes are bonkers”

Has anyone else noticed how chubby that David Blaine chap is looking these days? Of course I’m sure it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he’s about to spend the next 44 days in a perspex box dangling over the Thames. Honestly, who the hell cares? I might have seen a fair bit of Big Brother in my time, but even I’m not going to be watching live coverage of the nappy-wearing…

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Private joke

I see that that chap who crashed his plane into someone’s house this week is a brain surgeon. He’s just been cleared of the charges of “endangering the aircraft and the public”. Still, I’m sure on the kind of salary he gets he could afford to pay for the damage to be repaired…

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I’ve been comfort shopping already this morning. It’s the only way I can cope with the twin gloom of it not only being Monday morning, with the full week in all its depressing glory stretching out before me, but also the indignity of having had to watch Everton get thrashed by Liverpool on Saturday in a pub full of (cocky and cockney) Liverpool supporters (by that I mean that I watched it in a pub…

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