News and Rants

This was written several weeks before everything kicked off….not long after I returned from Singapore, a germ of an idea you could say….. Open my eyes, all’s good, I have yet another day on the planet – except I feel terrible. Hacking cough, feverish, aches and pains. This is worse...

Boris is on the telly, looking like a guilty, bemused, tousle-haired schoolboy, doing his “We will fight them on the beaches….” speech. Don’t be fooled, he despises you, unless you are posher than his dad. I could tell what he was thinking… “Yep, that’s you lot all completely fucked…” “Soon...

If you’re reading this and do not hail from the UK – you are probably better off – and will have even less of a clue what I’m banging on about than usual. Think I’ll stand in the next available election. “The Hedonist Party Party”. Manifesto – just have a...

Here comes another one, bumbling about. Rucksack man stumbles into the shop. To quote King Harold “Be careful with that or you’ll have some fucker’s eye ou…” Today it’s be careful with that bleeding rucksack before you dent something. What is it with blokes and bags? Every other one comes...

So the UK awakes to a new Prime Minister. Some overweight privileged slob who couldn’t give two fucks about anyone outside Planet London, except when he needs to harvest votes. In Thatcher’s day she sold off the Public Utilities cheap to ingratiate common man. Buy underpriced shares, win, win, win....

Christmas has been and gone like a wraith slipping through your letterbox, emptying all your pockets and squirting lard down your throat while you sleep. Fat fucker. You quietly aid your demise by casually dissolving your liver and kidneys at periodic intervals throughout the over-long holiday season. Gone are the...

We’ve been open over five years now. Not here today, gone tomorrow as suggested in the beginning. Knowing looks from passers-by. “He won’t last long – vintage guitars ? That’s bollocks that is” or quite often “I had one of them in “64, cost me £ 80. How much ?...