Not what you’d call a loss.

It’s been a while, sorry. I can only assume you’ve managed to muddle through without me. I’ve been busier than usual lately and with a well known football competition exceeding all expectations I haven’t really found the time or inclination to do a scrap of anything else. Fortunately I have been roused from my torpor […]

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Service my arse.

Let’s take the good old 0 to 10 rating system. 0 being the worst and 10 being the best. Then let’s take 5 as the average, the mediocre, and then make that 5 the 10 so that everything beneath 10 is less than average. Then we repeat the process a few times until 10 marks […]

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A game of less than one half.

So, the World Cup has arrived (almost) and may I be the last to give a very feeble woo and hoo. It has been a long time since I had any worthwhile interest in football. I’m delighted that the women’s game has become more prominent but when the announcers mention a cup final or a […]

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Backside drivers.

I drive to and from work every day. Maybe you do too. Don’t assume I care. Either way in doing so I can safely say that one of the more pointless groups of people on the planet are those who choose to put stickers on the back of their cars. In the way that some […]

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It could be worse.

I was woken early this morning. Not earlier than usual but early enough to make a day off morning seem a bit sudden. I had been up on a cliff edge I think, and part way through abseiling down. The chap at the top was from work and I was anxious, not because I was […]

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It’s Only Rock and Roll.

Adding it all up I reckon it came to about 400 quid. Or rather that’s my lower estimate because I haven’t really added it up properly at all. I’ve just guessed. At least half of that went on the tickets which, with criminal fees and booking insurance and all the extra nonsense set me back […]

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Bride and Prejudice.

Which is also the name of a Bollywood film. Apparently. You know what? I was wrong about the royal wedding. Harry and Meghan are alright and I hope they’re very happy and of course they can invite anyone they please. It might be royal, but it’s still their wedding. It should be the happiest day […]

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The state of my nation.

As I approach the end of my 42nd year on earth it feels important to take a little stock and assess how life has treated me. Or maybe a better angle would be how I’ve treated myself. Given recent events and revelations, as well as accompanying thoughts and conversations of the deepest treacle black, it […]

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The Hairy Games.

I’m speaking for myself here when I say that I have failed utterly to be interested in the Commonwealth Games this year. After overdosing on the Winter Olympics I just don’t have the energy or attention span to watch the almost best athletes in the world compete to see which country has flourished the most […]

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