OK, folks. The list is growing by the minute. So far we're up to five. Here they are: Ian Botham Tony Jacklin Graham Taylor Ray Clemence Kevin Keegan Isn't that [...]

I let the radio run on after Vincent Browne was over, playing away in the background, and there's the usually-innocuous Eleventh Hour. I'm hardly listening, Bocking away as I am [...]

We went to Impact last night for their final Beckett offering. Endgame. Ha! What to make of it? Ha! I don't know. I'll have to think about it a lot, [...]

Ratzinger didn't fall to his doom when he jumped out the bedroom window. As I was rooting around in the cellar, searching for a spare canister of polonium-210, I heard [...]

All home improvement programmes are terrible, but Irish ones just seem to go one step further in awfulness, for some reason, and I can't figure out why. Is it because [...]

Can't remember if I posted this or not. Captain Kirk singing Pulp's Common People with Joe Jackson and Ben Folds. No doubt somebody will point out the mistake if I [...]

. . . and a stand in the street at the turn of a joke. (As the great Guy Clark once wrote). I sat in last night with the Bullet [...]

I'm a modest soul, and I don't like to beat my own drum too loudly in case people would think I was being conceited. But at the same time, you'd [...]

Sorry. I know I've been a bit remiss in recent weeks bringing you the latest on Scunthorpe United, but you'll be delighted to know that they are now second in [...]

A few years ago, going back a bit now, myself and Wrinkly Paddy had a sort of failed career writing bad fiction. Hey, don't knock it. We were happy and [...]