IF there’s something that’s likely to turn me into a Dickensian grouch, pah-pahing my way through my days with a sneer and a scowl, it’s a display of rampant patriotism.Read
ON a relatively short journey though rush hour Birmingham, as the traffic crawled and frustrated drivers drummed steering wheels, I had time to gaze at the scenes of three separate road tragedies.Read
THERE would be much disgruntled chuntering from those who simply know they are such good drivers that speed limits – and many other motoring laws – should not apply to them.Read
ON the dreary drive through inner city Birmingham that I make each day to reach work stands a prominent but disused pub whose white walls have often been fouled by anti-Muslim graffiti.Read
EXPECT any day now a prime ministerial announcement that pies containing cuddly kittens are to be outlawed and that the evil producers of such meaty monstrosities will face 30-year jail sentences.Read
THEOLOGIANS might argue, but I reckon that God – if he or she exists – is unlikely to take a great deal of interest in the municipal affairs of the no doubt perfectly pleasant small Devon town of Bideford.Read
HYPOCRISY is a horrible trait in anyone, let alone a loud-mouth like me who’s prone to criticise in others faults of which I, too, am all to often guilty.Read
THERE’S been a fair bit of banter between us warm-hearted, open-minded and perceptive Brummies and those unfriendly, prejudiced souls who live in that blob of gloom, selfishness and unnecessary freneticism that is known as London.
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AT the end of a week in which two men were jailed for the hate-fuelled murder of Stephen Lawrence simply because of the colour of his skin, another young black man was subject to racist taunts as he played for lowly Oldham against Liverpool at Anfield.Read
HEAD thumping, stomach churning, throat dry, skin clammy, energy sapped and feeling vaguely guilty over as yet unremembered misdeed, I recount last night’s excesses with a mixture of bewilderment and horror.Read
