Voting for Kodos.
So it has come to this. In just a few short weeks, The Good Ol’ US of A will be appointing a new lord and saviour, and as with everything … Continue reading
Tackle Out.
This morning, an open letter in which more than 70 academics, doctors and other fancy-pants types have called for an end to tackling in school rugby was splashed across newspaper headlines … Continue reading
A Topical Storm.
The below was originally written for an upcoming BBC project. I was going to hold fire on publishing it, but then Father Jack died and I figured if I left … Continue reading
The Bastard Lounge Hall of Fame: Get Tae Fuck 2015
And so, 2015 is dribbling soggily to a close, like the last few drops of a particularly unsatisfying piss. Supposedly, it’s been a year of highs as well as lows, … Continue reading
Having a Domestic.
After months of harsh, brutal, combative athletic competition, the Rugby World Cup concludes this weekend and to the surprise of basically no-one but my grandmother and this easily startled cat, … Continue reading
Two Raging Semis.
Well. What a few weeks it’s been. Unless of course, you’re one of the 90% of humans believed to live in the Northern Hemisphere. Then it’s just been a bit … Continue reading
An Unpresidented Announcement.
America. Land of the free, home of the brave. The land of opportunity, the birthplace of modern democracy, liberty and diabetes. And, as was announced this week, this prick wants … Continue reading
A Huge Throbbing Election.
Regardless of your level of pig-headed ignorance (and it’s probably fairly high, given that you’re reading The Bastard Lounge), you cannot have failed to notice the giant, slimy, Etonian elephant … Continue reading
Odd Shaped Balls.
It’s February. We’re cold. We’re poor. Fergie’s got a new song out. Everything’s a little bit shit. Fortunately for all of us, tonight something wicked this way comes to rid … Continue reading
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