I asked for an engine. I take it all back.
Twelve years ago I laid down a RepressedBritRule™: no grown man on a scooter unless he straps an engine to it. They did it. Several thousand of them. In Surbiton.
A variety of blogs ranging from outright rants to relationship observations.
All brought to you by a rather grumpy displaced Scot who believes things should just be better.
Twelve years ago I laid down a RepressedBritRule™: no grown man on a scooter unless he straps an engine to it. They did it. Several thousand of them. In Surbiton.
Everyone agrees the NHS is broken. Nobody is allowed to say which bit. So let’s say it.
How our national allergy to ambition is screwing us on the global stage
The divisiveness that plagues debate and discussion in the modern world.
Grown-ups on children’s toys should man up and provide us with spectacle and entertainment.
