Sometimes I don’t know how to start a blog post. It isn’t for the lack of ideas – I just have conflicting themes rolling around my head like ill-disciplined children in a ball pool. Ahh, yes. Discipline. That should perhaps be the theme – for you may have noticed that …
It’s your favourite fat, ugly northern tosser bar Gazza. Gazzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. And I’m not only fatter than ever. Not only uglier than ever. But I’m even more of a dickhead than ever. Firstly a big fuck off to 2018. And a fuck off to my life. Fuck off to my liver. …
Normally my high level of genius and ingenuity mean that words flow from mind to page, but today I am stuck. How do I start this roast dinner review of The Junction Tavern in Kentish Town? Gravy? Politics? Boobs? At least I have got my key search term in the …
