Sunday, February 19, 2012



I genuinely believe that this is better than the original. Hearing this as a youth led me into the avant garde from which I have never returned.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Cease And Desist

It appears that those Klanophiles at Anfield have finally received a wake up call, underlining who cracks the whip in the football circus these days.

Manager Dalglish may have felt safe in supporting Suarez's crass refusal to shake Evra's hand at Old Trafford, but he seems to have thought again.

Dalglish, who has always held a deep resentment towards Alex Ferguson, which goes back long before the Man Utd's manager's collossal success, has always been inclined to act to the contrary of Sir Alex's wishes. Hence the stupidity which has lead the former Liverpool great into racist ignomy.

However, it appears that the Americans who OWN HIS ASS have decided that the brand has been damaged and have sent the lawyers in with the clause in his contract which states how bringing the club into disrepute will lead to cessation of contract without compensation prior to a painful lawsuit where the shareholders sue for consequential and inconsequential damages which will skin Kenny alive. Ditto Suarez.

Yes, it's the "apologise, or lose all your money".

Subsequently, both have agreed that they are no longer willing to stand on principle on moral grounds.

Ouch.

Thursday, February 09, 2012

Fag Mountain

















No, I'm not referring to some Caliguan scene back at Studio 54.

Rather, I bring you an image from London's Kings Cross, and British Ingenuity at its best.

Namely, the climate-provided cigarette extinguisher/disposer.

Basically, when the thaw comes, the snow vanishes, taking the butts with it!

Simples.

Monday, February 06, 2012



The band that should have had U2's success but lacked Bono's ego.

Photo Finish

On entering the tube carriage tonight, I thought I heard someone commentating on the end of a particularly exciting horse race.

It was, however, just one half of an a pair of Arabic men having the loudest conversation in a confined space you could possibly imagine.

I have no idea what language it was carried out in, but just imagine an hyperventilating Peter O'Sullivan sparring with an Appalachian livestock auctioneer on Mexican Speedballs.

For fifteen minutes, without breathing in.

It didn't take long to lose its amusement.

Thursday, February 02, 2012