Corbynistas believe in socialism, until the bill arrives

Hypocrisy and politics go hand in hand.


He’s only miserable on the outside…

Yesterday I was watching Wimbledon. Andy Murray was playing some French guy (perhaps he was German, or Swiss, I am just assuming he was French because he lost. The French always lose; don’t believe me? Just ask Napoleon.) Anyway, after Murray had thrashed his opponent in the match, he moped off, and started his obligatory post match interview… And man did he looked miserable. You never would have guessed he had won three sets to none. He looked like he had just lost.

So, I headed straight on to the interweb to see if I could discover why Andy is so miserable. 

Here is what I discovered:

Andy Murray says that he is not as grouchy as his so often smile-free face might suggest.

The Wimbledon champion has earned a somewhat unfortunate reputation for being miserly during his career, but he argues that he’s much jauntier now he has some successes under his belt.

“Me winning helps with people writing nicer articles,” he said

OK so I stand corrected, perhaps that was Andy’s happy face…

Don’t You Forget About Me

I introduced my daughter to the classic teen film The Breakfast Club. She loved it, and I think it gave her a bit of insight into what my days in high school was like. Afterwards I asked her what the best part was (I like the Ally Sheedy making snow for her bridge scene), but she said; “I’m not sure, but I really like the song at the start”.

I was pretty shocked, as most of the music she listens to is pretty shocking.

So for you Ella here is the original 80s Simple Minds classic.