I looked from the SWP to George Galloway, and from GG to the SWP, and from the SWP to GG again; but already it was impossible to tell who’d look better in a bacon sandwich. The real Gorgeous George told the story of the Communist Party member who left a gathering of comrades to go […]
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Ever searched for a pearl on a beach? This is how I spent my final hours in my seaside idyll. My mates had joined us for the middle weekend of the holiday and, knowing how much I hate shopping (hah!), Denise had thrust upon me a jewel encrusted silver ring straight out of Pirates of
Twenty-five steps from front door to beach. Not so good in the event of a tsunami, but perfect for rolling out of bed and straight onto the sand with a mug of tea, gazing out to sea in the early(ish) morning light. This was my view for the past two weeks. Just returned from St
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It’s official. My tits are lethal. Maybe it was a fit of marsupial envy which first led me to discover that I could stash my iPod in my bra. Handy for access without breaking stride, and for those stupidly short earbud cables. Perhaps it was hubris that made me think I could increase my cleavage’s
Ten years on … Yes, she wanted to be queen and rule over us. Yes, she wanted her “boys” to continue the monarchy. Yes, she had dreadful taste in music. And men. But having been used as a brood mare, Diana refused to play the game and sod off and die. Her subsequent upstagings of
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It’s not only on TV that you’re battered by an avalanche of fear and testosterone-fuelled aggression. A night out with mates increasingly means running the gauntlet of bullies and nutters. At a recent London Mirth Control gig, a burly thirty-something comic, who the MC assured us was “the next Ricky Gervais”, went into meltdown and
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