A bit like Julian Assange.

I’m on a roll! 4 posts in 4 days. Take a load of that Catherine Cookson (if you’re still alive). Yesterday I thought it would be improper not to offer some balanced, fair comments about some of the people that the BBC have a lot of time and money for. Blowhole types like Jeremy Vine […]

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T.F.I Payday.

In case you had any doubts I can confirm that Chris Evans has no shame. None whatsoever. But why should he? It’s clear that he is the ‘top talent’ that the BBC want and his tireless efforts to drive me to suicide should be applauded across the land. You see, if you are bestowed with […]

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All by my lonesome.

Oh bloody hell, I’ve got to do another one! Right then, timer set etc. On the motorway this morning I passed an Eddie Stobart lorry and realised I’d got the name wrong, so please accept an official apology. At roughly the same time the radio re-tuned itself to Radio 2 and I was informed that […]

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15 minutes of nothing.

If you ever look at the dates on these posts you’ll have noticed I haven’t written a lot recently. It’s because I am lazy and so I have decided to give myself a jump start. This involves ‘ring fencing’ (yes, I know it’s a term only regularly used by tossers) 15 minutes to splat down […]

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A Field Full of Shit.

Since I last posted something all kinds of rubbish things have happened and I’m afraid that’s all we have to sift through for news – a big smouldering pile of rubbish that no-one wants to admit to and no-one wants to clean up. And I think that’s a bit of a shame. I’m also getting […]

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On yaughting. Or yotting.

I’ve had a sudden itch to write about something. Yachting. In fact just recreational sailing of any kind really. People who don’t earn a living from being on the water yet go on about a life on the water and how it’s all that. The reason my ear is occupied with a flea about this […]

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A field full of hats.

This is going to sound very snobby and judgemental but if it saves you from making a bad decision then eventually you’ll thank me. Until very recently I had only associated Hatfield with Hatfield House; a big old Tudory place off the A1. I vaguely recall going round it on a school day trip though […]

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Roger, Roger. Over and out.

The other week (no not that one, the other one) I was sad about the passing of Powers Boothe, a criminally underrated actor and very cool guy. I hope 2017 isn’t going to do for actors what 2016 did to musicians which is ruthlessly scythe them down before they have a chance to say goodbye […]

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Harry Styles: A critical analysis.

I never thought I’d find myself writing this but I actually quite like Harry Styles’ new song. Now let’s not get too hysterical; it’s not a masterpiece, it’s not breath-taking and it’s certainly not the song I want played at my funeral. But I wouldn’t object to hearing it at someone else’s funeral. Maybe the […]

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