Wednesday, 9 April 2008

Sitting here thinking....

What's good? Coffee, holidays, beer, Putney, London 2012, napkin tricks, staying busy.
What's bad? War, expensive beer, football supporters, rainy days

Why am I writing this? Because, just because.

Thursday, 20 March 2008


Some light reading, see if you can spot the theme...

Fucking disgrace, move the shite-port away from London, stick it on a pad of marshland somewhere down in Kent and build a railway to get people there - and do it before a plane lands in someone's back garden!

Saturday, 16 February 2008

Worst post office in London?

Is the post office/newsagent at the end of Erpingham Road, on the junction with the Lower Richmond Road the worst PO in London? Most days it's half empty with bare shelves and a distinctly lacklustre atmosphere. The till looks like something a child would use and more often than not has about as much change as a kid might have. Don't try to buy anything with a note, in fact don't bother trying to buy anything at all. Anyway, perhaps the owner has other things on his mind than running the shop - word on the street is that his wife is being banged by Mr Naki who runs the kebab shop opposite....

Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Premiership football is premier shit

It's a long time since I ever really enjoyed watching a game of football, and I suppose I began to wonder why. After all, isn't it the Beautiful Game, turning on a sixpence, all that stuff? 1966 and all that, we are a great footballing nation so why don't I share the enthusiasm? Quite simply, it's run by, played by, and watched by, wankers. Complete wankers. Tossers. You only have to go to a game (or, as I did, watch a few minutes of Liverpool v. Spurs in a pub the other day) to realise that it now attracts the sort of mindless thugism that the great working class, for whom the sport is surely dedicated, would look down on. In the UK the Premiership is watched by a new class, a middle class pretending to be "street" and only to happy to call the referee a wanker in front of their 10 year old kid. It's as if the blokes watching footy relish the chance to act like a child again (perhaps they're the same crowd that form part of that perverse group that enjoy wearing nappies and playing baby for mummy during a shady weekend away in know who you are ;) ) You're all a bunch of twats, hope the season ticket busts your bank - who knows, one day you might grow up. Idiots. As for the players, well, don't get me started....