Visitors who stumble into this blog shouldn’t be alarmed. They’ll just find a 62 year old bloke having his say about something or nothing. Feel free to heckle, but as Liz Taylor reminded the crowd at the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert, 1991, “I’ll get off in a minute. I’ve got something to say.” To which you might, of course, feel inclined to reply in the manner of Reggie Kray, “Look, you've got nothing to say and you're saying it too loudly.”
With the world going through a particularly weird cycle, I doubt if a single head would turn if I stood in the road and cautioned, in my loudest voice, “Anything could happen in the next half hour.”
Trump looking to duke it out with North Korea, warnings of an imminent global cyber-attack, the prospect of sushi lovers having their bodies invaded by parasites, Jay Z's personal fortune edging toward $1bn. Where’s Troy Tempest when you need him?!