Entries from June 2009
June 30, 2009
Boracic Park
I’ve got all the money I’ll ever need, provided I die by four o’clock this afternoon. I wish I’d said that. Actually it’s a old joke told by comedian Henny Youngman, but I know exactly what he meant. I’ve always been skint. It doesn’t matter how much I’m earning, what the economic climate is, [...]
June 29, 2009
How You Doing, Alright?
If there was a better act on show this weekend at Glastonbury, I didn’t see it. Madness were pretty damn fine, Blur magnificent, but Lord Francis and Viscount Rick, it’s commonly acknoweledged, stole the show. Springsteen? Pah! I closed my eyes and heard Meatloaf riffs.
You can see it all here, but hurry: knowing [...]
June 27, 2009
Dealing with Tragedy
Can you imagine what the funeral will be like? The world’s weirdest and worst-dressed family queuing up to see who’s the most upset. Sales of dark glasses will rocket in Beverly Hills. The pallbearers, jacket sleeves rolled-up, moonwalk backwards down the aisle, MJ’s silver glove (god alone knows where that’s been) atop of the casket. [...]
June 27, 2009
Saved By The Big Red
It’s a wonderful thing, this old interweb. No Sooner had I posted the last blog about deleting my Jackson rant, then my old mate Jim in New York (who really should be asleep) somehow recovered it for me and sent it back to me (see below). His chilling opening line of “remember, nothing is ever [...]
June 27, 2009
Pressing All the Wrong Buttons
You know how it is. You spend all day on the turps, watching cricket with your mates, then come home and turn on your laptop and accidentally delete the last blog you wrote. Bugger. Don’t know how I did it but I did.
So for those of you who haven’t logged on for a while [...]
June 25, 2009
Hold The Front Page
Apparently we’re no good at tennis. In other news: Pilate washes hands, Bealing likes a beer.
Haven’t we always been crap at this game (since the days of long trousers, anyway)? Did anyone expect a Brit, apart from the miserable Jock (tautology), to do well at Wimbledon? There’s 15 year old Flora Robson, (sounds a [...]
June 21, 2009
A Broken Man
Once, when I was a young lad, I was kneeling on my skateboard, plummeting down the hill outside our house. God alone knows what speed I’d reached—maybe as fast as 5 or 6 miles an hour—but I certainly felt the G-forces as I swerved violently to avoid something (probably a whit dog turd) and neither [...]
June 21, 2009
Standing Your Corner
As if the result of the first British Lions test wasn’t depressing enough:
Britons ’shun birthdays and pubs’
The Press Association
The economic downturn is making Britons mean, with people ignoring friends’ birthdays and refusing to buy rounds of drinks in the pub, a survey has showed.
Nearly a third of people said they would no longer [...]
