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Smelling of Ruses
I’m probably way off the pace with this Alaska conflab, but it looks like a reshuffling of the cards in a typical Trump deal. The lore of deal-making – whatever piffle gets pushed out will be lauded as ‘great’, and the two leaders will come up smelling of ruses. It’s a funny old world right…
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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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Les Misérables
Much has been made about the cosplaying of women footballers – you know, the whole on-pitch slo-mo performative dance, together with the vacuous press conferences, minging magazine articles, asshole adverts, unmeritorious medals, and the tosspot Tik Tok turdbait. The overreach and grim gaslighting are embarrassing. Perhaps a thumping by Spain in the Euro final might…
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A Flair Cop
England ‘footballer’ Jess Carter has whistled up the cops to probe the online hate directed at her. Yes, you read that right. A shedload of labour-intensive man hours will now be ploughed into an investigation about a handful of hurty words unidigitally prodded into a keyboard by some weary gobshite. Surely, it takes a bit…
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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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Not a Jot
RIP Diogo Jota. Let’s hope that his loved ones can now process this loss and rebuild their lives the best they can. What a shame that performative mourning didn’t roll over and go woof like the Lambo. It’s always a goulish charade, but the scum and social media hacks just can’t help themselves. The storm…
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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…
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‘While You’re Down There, Keir…’
Was there ever an image that encapsulated the essence of Starmer quite like this? He’s the kind of bully who gets off on punching down and then folds when faced with someone with a bit more clout. Apparently, a pro-Palestinian pressure group has broken into an RAF base and zipped around on e-scooters, spraying red…
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Jewbilant
It’s been quite a week for air incidents. 241 people died in an Air India crash with just one escaping with their life. There would have been more survivors if not so many passengers had been hanging off the outside of the giant metal bird when it careered into a nearby slum. There were warnings…
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Bitter X
It took all of 136 days, but the Trump-Musk bromance finally imploded. It was never not going to happen. Billionaires are in it not just for the billions but for their billions. Having been shat out of Donald’s inner circle with only a golden key to show for it, Elon looks likely to spill the…
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