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World Cup 2026 – cynicism and corruption are no match for the vibes
“I’m a professional cynic, but my heart’s not in it”. It’s a great lyric from a revoltingly twee song which I obsessively hated, because it incisively exposed an undesirable personal trait of mine. The video for “Country House” equally grates, … Continue reading
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So much of modern football feels fake, but Relegation Day is still as authentic as it gets
Douglas Murray, who, let’s just say, has some glib descriptions of twentieth century nationalism, was on better form when offering an anecdote on Lex Fridman’s podcast about advice to writers. Namely the cynical propensity writers have to view events in … Continue reading
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The 2018 World Cup – but do I give a fuck?
I’ve never experienced such disinterest on the eve of a World Cup before – and it’s made me wonder why. I refute that it’s due to Russia hosting it. Yes, there’s good reasons why that should matter; it’s a country … Continue reading
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We’ve lost the plot, haven’t we?
It’s a thought that I’ve been slowly coming around to for a while, and then the already tiresome, nauseating EU referendum intensified with tribal, polarised ‘debates’, a batshit crazy, cynical and malicious Orwellian photo-op and an American style political assassination. Then … Continue reading
Here’s to another summer of schadenfreude.
The Great British summer. Bluebottles swarm around massive dog shits festering on roasting concrete. Warmer air elevates the potency of body odours, petrol fumes, dog piss and the remnants of discarded beverages. Glass shards from bottles line the gutters. Dogs … Continue reading
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Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard 
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