Tonight (Friday), the population of England will hold its breath and grip the edge of its collective seat as the nation’s football team attempts to win the first of two games that will guarantee qualification for next summer’s World Cup Finals in Brazil. Or will it?...
I am a natural head-shaker. I don’t mean a head-banger, as that is something totally different and requires a modicum of hair to carry off to an acceptable degree. I do, however, shake my head far more often than is probably necessary or merited, usually when...
For a bloke who has taken paranoia to Olympic standard, the wall of apathetic silence that normally greets the issue of this weekly diatribe can be quite unnerving. To be fair to myself, however, the silence isn’t total. On a positive note, a good number of people...
Let’s be clear here, I am not a lazy person. I’m certainly not physically lazy, though there are times when mentally I would probably benefit from a metaphorical kick up the jacksy. I play football and, faced with the choice of phoning someone at work or walking to...
A few weeks ago, I was pleasantly surprised to find that our work canteen stocked some proper old skool pop in its fridge. There were tins of Irn Bru, Barrs’s Shandy and Dandelion and Burdock, stuff I haven’t seen on shop shelves since I was a kid. All they were short...
