Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Four Weeks In A Banana Republic

Dad in 1973

Forty odd years ago in Liverpool, aged seven and snot nosed in short trousers, I asked my late Father why he'd left the USA to go and live in the United Kingdom. This was 1977 and Dad had been living in merry England for some years. Why in Sam Hill did he move from New England to Old? What was wrong with America, why did he leave? With a sardonic twinkle in his bourbon eyes, he growled down at his Number Two son, "Because my country had been taken over by sissies. That's why!"

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

An English Bad Guy in the USA

When you see an English actor in an American TV show or film, nine times out of ten... Ahem, ten times out of ten, he's the freaking bad guy. Much the same could be said of real life, ain't that right?

Monday, August 8, 2016

The Rise and Rise of Donald J. Trumpinator

Listen and understand! The Trumpinator is out there! It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, remorse or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead and he is elected.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Stoned to Death at Glastonbury 1986

Fetid hippies. Hatchet wielding Hells Angels. Unsanitary bogs. Duff bands (I hate the Cure!)  No girls. No cashpoints. England handballed out of the World Cup by Argentina. And mud. Glorious mud. Lots of it. This time, thirty years ago, "Glasto" was fun for a curious teenager in the middle of his O levels. 

Friday, June 24, 2016

Endorsing Trump

I like my presidents to be unelectable. Demagogues. Bullies. Tyrants. Mad dogs capable of starting World War 3 on a whim. Donald J. Trump, a thrice married, thrice bankrupt, property tycoon turned reality TV star, is that fool and then some.