Month: Jul 2025
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Three Irons

Well, thank God that shambles is over. I’ve not been as bemused since the World Downs Syndrome Championship when Mongolia chalked up a bonus chromosome in stoppage time. If a team as manifestly cack as England can triumph in any tournament, this tells you everything you need to know about this dogshit variant of the…
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Cold Played

What a palaver at Astronomer – I would think that the handsy bossman is already seeing stars, courtesy of his chip-spitting missus. Mind you, I toiled in outsourced contact centres for 20 years or so, and I can’t remember a time when the CEO wasn’t banging the HR Director. Let’s face it, soaking up psycho…
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Two-Bob

I’m old enough to remember Eric Djemba-Djemba, Boutros Boutros-Ghali and Neville Neville, so unimaginative names just don’t do it for me. The two Bob Vylans, a weird wrapper for a pair of two-bob rappers, lived up to the hyperdross. They are cack, but everybody gets their fifteen minutes of fame, and they duly unloaded onto…



