A dull Matt finish.

The news, should it be your kind of news, or any kind of news, that Matt Baker is to leave The One Show next year has no doubt mildly brushed the lives of anyone with nothing better to do at 7.00pm on a weekday. I watched his predictably tearful announcement (not while watching ‘The One […]

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A stomach Turner.

Heard of Yomi Ṣode? No, me neither, well at least not until yesterday when he popped up on a Radio 4 programme as I drove home through the cold and the spray of a crow black late afternoon, startled by headlights and looking forward to nothing more ambitious than a warm house and grateful cat, […]

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The Last Funny Australian.

Until yesterday I could have safely counted the number of funny Australians on the thumb of one hand. Now there are none. Funny is not what Australians do. They’re too rugged and practical and when they do try funny it just comes out clunky and awkward, and when that doesn’t work they just get uptight […]

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Oh, the complex life!

“I would say I have a very complex life. I’m sure we all have complex lives. But I can’t talk about absolutely how complex it is.” Go on, have a guess. Aren’t you intrigued? I mean, for starters it’s quite a heavy statement to be trying to tackle: the complexities of just one life. I […]

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On glorious gangsters.

A week from now The Irishman comes out on Netflix: finally I can start making some money back. If you’ve already seen it then don’t spoil the ending for me (let me guess – someone gets whacked). If you have no idea what I’m talking about you may wish to pan away and find something […]

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On gathering dust.

Yesterday we went to an antiques fair. I’ve certainly been to antique shops before. I’ve even been to a small selection of antique emporia (little difference to a shop), but I’ve never been to an antiques fair. And for that I must reflect and thank someone for 43 years of good fortune. I have a […]

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Decisions, decisions.

So, another election. Another vote. Six weeks of comment and analysis and discourse and predictions and arguments and information and misinformation and lies and testicles. Lots of testicles, sorry, bollocks. If you gathered together every pair of bollocks that came out of the back door of every slaughterhouse in the world (destined for a hot […]

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How does he cope?

Oh Christ, I don’t what I’m not looking forward to the least: Halloween, Christmas or a general election. Halloween is a waste of effort, M&S seem to think Christmas Day is tomorrow and never in the history of British politics have there been so many people who deserve so few votes than right now. Still, […]

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Sunday morning TV catch up.

I feel I’ve written something exactly like this before. If so then sincere apologies. Like the subject involved I made no promise to be either original or good. While Wifey sits in the living room sorting out her toot and flotsam and watching the ever decreasing circle of entertainment that is Strictly Come Dancing I […]

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