March 28, 2017
One is a faintly ludicrous yet dangerous despot, surrounded by adoring acolytes, and the other is . . . . .
I don’t normally ‘do’ Trump posts, but today’s news about the fool really got under my skin.
He can fuck about with healthcare, taxes and shit in the country that elected him for ever and a day as far as I care, but screwing up the whole fucking world just because he can, leaves me somewhat pissed off.
March 12, 2017
When it comes to dealing with a medical issue and putting it firmly in its place, Katie Cooke has the right attitude . . . and then a bit more to sprinkle on top.
I wish I had her single-minded determination.
You get my vote, Katie.
March 9, 2017
Honestly – I don’t know what the world is coming to.
Crustaceans these days are just out of control.
March 6, 2017
You, dear reader, may not be aware that our own Duncan is in fact a bit of a folk hero in his native Scotland – a legend in his own lunchtime, and star of his own comic strip.
The baldy-heided, bearded, cantankerous father in ‘The Greens’ may seem vaguely familiar to some of you.
Below, Dunc – err . . .. ‘Paw Green’ – shows off some of his parenting skills.
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March 5, 2017
Our football correspondent – Barry ‘Baz’ Thatcher – has just been released from custody, and has filed this most interesting report into a new development in the world of the beautiful game.
Fuck me! It’s good to be out of stir, I can tell you.
There’s some right fucking criminals in there; you wouldn’t fucking believe some of the stuff they’ve been up to. Robbing, beating people up, selling drugs, an’ torturin folk wot don’t pay – and that’s just the governor’s bleedin’ secretary!
As an ex-public school lad meself I was a bit worried about doin’ stir, but most of the other lads were alright – in fact a fair few of ’em went to Eton as well, so we was OK.
Even the old “Would you be so kind as to pick up the soap for me, old bean?” in the showers wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I’m still walkin’ a bit funny, but it’s just like bein’ back at school, innit.
Anyways – back to the day job I s’pose . . .
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February 12, 2017
This is the column where, to the palpitating hearts of its female followers and the (understandably) green-eyed jealousy of its male readers, the four administrators responsible for this august organ cast aside their assumed persona and reveal their true identities.
At fastidiously observed, regular sporadic intervals, MH will feature one of its dedicated team along with a true likeness of their real self and a brief glimpse into their awe-inspiring lifestyle – this to be followed up with a more complete profile when they can be arsed.
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This week, experienced Jim and Sid, while cruising the space highways and byways in search of those who had overstayed their parking meter time, or inexperienced Klingon cyclists who strayed out of their lanes, experience a strange experience that they had never experienced before in their whole experience, experienced though they were.
If you would like to share in that experience, or read of experiences that they’ve previously experienced (February 19th, 2017 and March 26th, 2017 in the comments column) then you can read of their experience in the following tale.
Read on . . .
February 4, 2017
A great start to my favourite sporting tournament.
February 1, 2017
this morning I awoke to the news a fellow blogger had died
his blog – Nothing to do with Arbroath – was the first I, and many others, read each morning
sadly, towards the end of last year, he announced he had lung cancer; Jan 16, the doctors gave him just months to live; that proved to be hopelessly optimistic – this morning, I learned he passed away Jan 22
a famously private man, it is only now, after his death, that we have learned his full name – we’d known him for years simply as ‘Kev’
he will be sadly missed by many folk around the world
R.I.P. Kevin Norman Gray