I got involved in quite a heavy Facebook debate yesterday where lots of people were pitching in with their penny worth of opinions, me included.
What I found apparent was that there was a lot of confusion surrounding arguments that are more complex than they should ever be. In fact I got so confused I mistook the UN for NATO with regards to a Russian veto on the arrest of the Salisbury Novichok suspects.
For a good example of how ...
Now here’s something you do don't hear often.
Under EU Law, anyone moving to another member state (Poland to France for example) has three months to find a job or prove that they have the necessary funds to live off. If they cannot find work and do not have funds (savings or a pension for instance) they can be legally returned the country of their original residence.
However, in the UK, successive governments have not implemented ...
So, did anyone watch that documentary with Adrian Chiles the other night?
I thought it was really good as it wasn't self-indulgent at all, just an honest assessment of his drinking habits and whether they can be controlled or not.
I think the reason it struck a chord with me is because Chiles is a similar age as me and also has similar drinking habits that have mild side effects such as lethargy, anxiety and stomach issues as the liver ...
I have always had a soft spot for Adrian Chiles going right back to the mid-nineties when he did a programme called ‘The Working Lunch’ at a time I first started out running my own business.
Since then he has done a host of radio shows, MOTD 2 and various TV programmes, including the excellent Blacks v Whites documentary a couple of years back.
Amongst a host of establishment presenters who knew only of Eton and Oxbridge, to me, ...
I didn’t know what to expect when Jennifer booked a trip to Menorca a while back and I must confess that I do tend to rely on her for such things.
This is because my attention to detail with regards to booking anything online is useless and there is a high chance we would end up in the type of place that I might not ever be forgiven for, spending a week with Barry Butcher, a Charlton fan who doesn’t like darkies (except Frank Bruno)...
