After watching Steven Gerrard’s dreams die again last weekend, this time at the hands of ex-Red and professional snide Scotsman Charlie Adam, Sunday afternoon left me reeling in agony with the realisation that there is actually no point in anything whatsoever. First of all, there’s no point in sentiment. Why? Because it doesn’t exist. Not in football, no chance.…… Continue reading 2015 Throwback: Seriously, what’s the fucking point in anything?
Are you being a misogynist at work? Fed up of leaning against limited edition Aston Martins for shitty promotional posters? Tired of running off into the sunset only to return every single fucking time? Daniel Craig is, and it couldn’t be more obvious. For England’s most recognised one man army, the prospect of seemingly unlimited girls and…… Continue reading Wanted: License to thrill