Brexit a load of bollocks? Start to seem that way, does it not? But, before Brexit turned into the Mother of all Messes, I was, dare I say it, quite happy with the vote. Where other people saw racism and small-mindedness, I rejoiced in the Great Nation of Punk’s two fingers up to a smug EU which, institutionally arrogant, didn’t even have a get-out clause until 2009. “Don’t fucking tell …
It’s grim up north.
I’m reading in the papers that America’s opium crisis is on its way here. And it’s worst up north. Apparently, ten percent of Blackpool’s population are on prescribed opiates, such as Co-codamol, tramadol and morphine. Ten percent! And that’s not including anti-anxiety drugs, antidepressants or all the illegal drugs people take to get by. Opiates are powerful stuff and highly addictive. It …
It’s spring! Oh, no – it’s gone!
England, stop messing with my head! For a few days in February, it was not March or April but proper May, if not June, and my frozen heart thawed. Did yours as well? After the best summer for decades, I had to endure a long and dark winter, longer and darker than ever before, or so it seemed. And then, suddenly, comes spring... Or summer, and it's 20 degrees and sunshine and, for a moment, …
A man from the past.
I ventured out of the capital and met a man from the past. Far down in Surrey, more Reigate than Croydon, proper safe Tory seat Surrey, leafy suburbia-sorted pension-two cars in the carport-mortgage paid off-white skin Surrey, an elderly gentleman who rather resembled Prince Philip, woke up from his anaesthetic. On duty in the recovery room that day was, apart from myself, an Indian, two …
NHS is best at tea time
Happy birthday Tintin
Tintin, my childhood hero, has turned 90! A long time ago, I decided that if I get kids one day, they would have ALL the Tintin books. And indeed they do! …
