Krikey! Supersize sandwich!
Though it must be remembered that Kingsmill smells of fish, and I wouldn’t thank anyone for giving me the means to get these for free. Ugh.[…]

I read Personal Injuries by Scott Turow on holiday. It seemed the right thing to do. Turow is the legal thriller writer who got gazumped by John Grisham. There he was, eeking out nice little pot-boilers like Presumed Innocent (Harrison Ford’s w[…]

Strange Appetites
I’ve had the flu all week. It’s been getting steadily worse and yesterday I lost my voice completely. Time for a day off. I rang in and grunted to my boss until he worked out who I was and what I meant. I got up, took so[…]

More Shirty Thoughts
This is an extremely obvious point. So obvious in fact, I had to check I hadn’t blogged it before, but it seems not.
It is far easier to view an offside position if a team’s shirts matches its socks. All the linesman […]

The Square Table: 1 / Rachel Stevens – “Some Girls”
Pop Rating: 723 Controversy Score: 205 Length: 213
He almost botches it. This is Richard X’s big shot at writing a Pop Classic and when Rachel’s vocals glide dispassion[…]

Some more Dylanology f’ya.
After the sudden spurt of Dylanology* downscreen, I’ve just finished Toby Thompson’s ‘Positively Main Street’. Like George Melly’s Revolt Into Style, it positively fizzes with contemporar[…]

Faint Praise: blimey I thought those money-grabbing game-bleeders were supposed to talk up their clients? Glenn Hoddle’s agent, discussing his charge’s inexplicable link with the job of managing the French football team, says (according t[…]

Pete’s kind of right about football shirts in that they are all, pretty much, as horrible as each other. Even if some team somewhere happens on a pleasing combination of colours, the material always looks nasty. Me, I don’t wear them: I s[…]

The Second Tale of Glory from Copa America
I was off sick yesterday. I needed something to restore my health and ease the grogginess. I needed Copa America.
Argentina brushed aside Ecuador, turning on some second-half style to win 6-1. Javier Saviol[…]

I’m not a driver, but op-ed writers shifting into film critic mode — as happens a lot around films like ‘Fahrenheit 9/11’ — seem to me to emit that bad-gear-change ‘crunk’ sound so familiar from my few disast[…]