Monday Round Up
There is neither reason nor excuse for “celebrating” Halloween. As apparent humans enduring an apparent life, we’ve no choice but to suspend our disbelief in the name of general enjoyment, but masks, make-up, lanterns and the rest are a step far too phony.
“Has the situation affected John? No, no at all. It hasn’t distracted him at all”. So says Andre Villas-Boas, and you know what? I believe him. Only a very special kind of England and Chelsea captain, skipper, leader, armband-wearer, symbol, emblem and figurehead can be impervious to accusations of racism, and it doesn’t say much about his manager that he’s set it up as a virtue. Meanwhile Terry himself celebrated his goal against Arsenal by defiantly tapping the Chelsea badge on his jersey, because, of course, allegiance to a club overrides all nefarious bigotry. Though maybe he simply slipped en route to the poppy beside it, because as we know, he’d be in the army were it not imperative he do his duty as a ftbllr.
A weekend without racsim
Nobody reported being called a negro, nobody was filmed calling another player a black cunt. This week, the Premier League excelled itself by managing to go a full 48 hours without mouthing off thoughtless racist abuse to a
I spoke too soon
This weekend the EDL organised a 500-strong march across Birmingham. I have a solution to this problem. We draw an arbitrary diving line down the country and the homophobes, the racists and the bigots can move over to one side, and on the other, the twenty of us left can quietly weep.
The Boulevardier. 1 1/2 oz. bourbon 1 oz. Campari. 1 oz. sweet vermouth. Ice cubes. The Boulevardier.
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