I was canoodling with the internet this afternoon, desperately trying to find something stupid, when I stumbled on a list called ’10 steps to wellbeing’ as recommended by a group called ESPA. ESPA are desperate for you to be happy. For all of us to be happy. For us float through life on a big fluffy […]

This morning we attended the 22nd Art In Clay ‘event’ in Hatfield. Not in the centre of Hatfield, because that’s a shithole and this would be like holding a Tupperware party in a sex dungeon. This was on the grounds of Hatfield House and I’m really, really struggling to work out how I ever agreed […]

It’s not been as easy as I had hoped. I’ve left it too long. It’s not as if there’s been nothing going on to write about, it’s just that I haven’t been able to pull everything together into one nice, underwhelming, moany dribble and to be honest even this is just a last ditch attempt to find […]

If there’s a heaven then there must be a hell. I’m still waiting for proof of either but I know hell on earth can’t be far off Watford High Street. If I could have avoided it yesterday morning I would have, but I couldn’t, so I didn’t. If you’ve never been to Watford you should […]

I’ve just turned 40 so, in the absence of anything better to write about here’s 40 generally rubbish things about the last 40 years. If you’ve not got there yet it feels great turning 40 and creeping another year closer to death. 1. People. People have got worse. They don’t give a shit about other people, even when […]

If intergalactic alien twats landed tomorrow morning hoping to locate and adopt a new leader that was also an intergalactic twat they would be spoilt for choice. Or would they? What might these aliens say? ‘Mmmm, your Mr Cameron, he was a leader but he was also a bit rubbish and now that he’s shitted […]

Well that didn’t work out too well did it? Unless you’re a 51.9%er. As if my Thursday hadn’t been bad enough I had to look at my phone on Friday morning to find we’d pulled out of the EU, like a dog pulling out of a gorilla. Maybe it was always meant to be and […]

As I drove to work this morning in the pissing, pissing, pissing, relentless, bastard, pissing rain I passed a big purple sign saying ‘We want our country back….vote leave’. My first thought was ‘wankers’ (not the voters, the campaigners). My second thought was, again, ‘wankers’(not the voters, the campaigners) . My third thought was ‘well, […]

Gosh, wasn’t it unbearable?! Ooohhh, the tension. Will they get to the end? Will they finish the job? Can England’s finest go the distance in France? In the end neither Peter Crouch or Ian Wright did manage to string together a coherent sentence between them but by jingo did they try. Last night was depressing […]