Monthly Archives: September 2010

I can’t believe it, a Tour de France winner has taken performance enhancing drugs. Again.

Posted on September 30, 2010 by

Cycling is the dirtiest sport going, isn’t it, it makes WWF look like Sunday school. I don’t know how sponsors and broadcasters can still be getting involved in it. And that’s without even considering the sheer tedium of watching ‘blokes … Continue reading →

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The Legendary Putdown

Posted on September 30, 2010 by

‘Darling, you remind me of Marylin Monroe – not in looks of course, but in lack of talent.’ Film director Otto Preminger’s first words to Kim Cattrall of Sex in the City.

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Wednesday

Posted on September 29, 2010 by

Perhaps have a meal. Otherwise spend night in polishing shades in readiness for the weekend which starts tomorrow.

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So

Posted on September 28, 2010 by

Tuesday as a twenty year-old amounted to more Monday. I spent a night two weeks ago watching Stoke play Aston Villa in a quayside bar in Crete. The situation was this: since I was the only person there with an … Continue reading →

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When I was twenty-odd

Posted on September 27, 2010 by

I had the passing thought tonight that I could recreate a week of my life as a twenty year-old. I wondered if I’d still be alive after seven days of it. Monday to Friday I’d complete a day’s manual work … Continue reading →

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I’ve got a little job for the Taliban

Posted on September 27, 2010 by

psst, the Daily Mail offices are at: Northcliffe House 2 Derry Street Kensington, London W8 5TT. Make sure you get the right floor lads. Out of Wedlock I don’t believe I’ve heard that expression since I was in a Methodist … Continue reading →

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Via mobile phone

Posted on September 26, 2010 by

It’s stopped doing that Andy Warhol thing it did with Doris. The reason Dylan is looking so intent is that there’s half a slice of Bakewell tart on my plate on the floor.

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Red Ed

Posted on September 26, 2010 by

Deary me © @ all newspapers, the definition of ‘red’ has been diluted to some billious chemical shade of alcopop pink if Miliband Minor* is to be regarded as a Commie. I’d be very surprised if he even owned a … Continue reading →

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I’ve got my eye on this place

Posted on September 24, 2010 by

Only thing is I’ve been painting the hall walls and banisters today and I’m already a bit fed up and wan. But if everyone came over to help… You can have your supper here, just across the way, my favourite … Continue reading →

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Vince

Posted on September 22, 2010 by

Good old Liberals, always been secret Trotskyites. * personally I’d never vote for them unless it was to get Charles Clark and his full-claimed tuck shop allowance out.

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