Haaland has exactly the same vibe as the thousands of Scandi teenage boys i've met on my travels, the ones who lean into your ear and bellow 'the girls in here are fucking crazy man!'
I love animals, I really do. But some of the Zouma reaction is so overcooked and sanctimonious. The incident itself is cruel, bizarre, totally inscrutable and extremely childish - but when did all these journos become radical PETA members? And who needed Chris Kirkland's opinion?
Canโt stop watching videos of Moyes. Itโs like he had no idea what being this happy might be like - an entirely new sensation which he cannot control. Heโs a roving fireball of serotonin. Seems capable of almost anything. He could end up in a shotgun marriage by Saturday.
The whole idea of 'lets just stick it out for a while longer' is a middle class delusion - entirely reliant on a service class that makes it easier to stomach. So many people have been working at full tilt throughout - yet the narrative is still dominated by banana bread.
Laurence Fox reminds me of a few aggy aristocrats i've met; manic energy, heavy backslaps, extremely patronising but desperately sad. Ruins his family shooting parties, drinks bitter, fancies his sister a bit. Post-feudal malaise. A knight without a battlefield, the Prince of ITV
Iโve stood by my father through a lot of things, but stealing the entire visual and culinary identity of one of Britainโs most beloved restaurants is deeply unethical. JD Wetherspoons was not founded on these principles.
Imagine if the Dalai Lama got proper noncehunted. Cornered at Birmingham Coach Station by three guys in Under Armour caps and broadcast on Facebook Live
Mate of mine once saw Michael Gove outside a pub. Called him a Tory wanker or some shit.
Gove replied with something like: โusually I am more than willing to converse with members of the public, but you sir, are drinking a Budweiser!โ - and walked off. 10/10 clapback really.
90% of British music is like: โGrowing up in Londonโs Camden Town, singer-songwriter Rozy-May fuses bittersweet lyrics with the Dub/Garage sounds of her hometown. Her new album โWot U Got For Meโ is out on Sony AMC now (and her Dad is Pete Tong)โ
Skyfall probably the defining aesthetic document of the Cameron era. A patriotic tech-thriller where everyone wears sober, navy blue suits and most scenes take place in WC1 buildings or bombed-out, washed-out cityscapes. It's Michael Mann funded by The National Trust.
Neil Oliver has real dark session energy. Last man standing, winter light creaking through the curtains, breakfast telly on mute, 'Selected Ambient Works' playing, scraping gear out of the grooves in the coffee table, advocating some kind of population control.
One last thing about Lynch. A lot of the anchors heโs coming up against seem to have forgotten how to talk to anyone that isnโt angling for an appearance on the next show, or a regular โreview the papersโ slot. Heโs there for a cause not a career, and theyโre struggling with it.
At present moment I do not believe he is fit to run the company, and I will be standing against him at the next company elections. No more questions at this time. Thank you.
I really don't wanna jump on the XR are crusties train at all, but targeting Canning Town - a station which would primarily be taking working class people between Stratford and Canary Wharf/the West End at that time is just so so misguided. Do it at fucking Brentwood or Putney.
Did you know members of the public, are able to ride along with the Metropolitan Police?
If this interests you, have a ride along with the Territorial Support Group & see how they proactively deal with crime within communities. To apply see the link for details & request TSG.
My Dad started this business with the honest intention of providing affordable beverages for the working man. I fear he has been led astray by a mob of right wing Brexiteers, seeking to misuse his considerable influence.
Nothing I like more than rolling up at an unfamiliar pub quiz and shitting up the team who win every week. Just like, two of you, against six teachers - not necessarily winning, but taking them to the brink. Letting them know theyโre beatable, and never returning again.
Jack Grealish rapidly becoming the male beauty icon of our time; the bizarre Russian lapdog hair, the Superdrug tan, the sub-5% body fat percentage...the ultimate post-spornosexual Tommy Shelby. He's our Brando, our Bowie, your daughter's new boyfriend who uses all the shower gel
Has there ever been such a relentlessly positive music journalism culture? Everything's like, 'an epic story of love, loss and self-acceptance told through the prism of...' Where's all the bad reviews and calling Keane 'bedwetters'? Or do you have to have done something terrible?
Quite depressed about how many of the football intelligentsia are coming off like Daily Express columnists right now. All this fire & brimstone rhetoric about 'ill-gained honours', when Abramovich has been who he is for years and nobody gave a fuck a month ago.
Most jarring thing about this is the lack of specifics. When people talk about going to football they talk about stands, ends, pubs, the road you walk down. Rituals and traditions. Here itโs like โLondonโ, โgrassโ, โsoundsโ
As an
@Arsenal
season ticket holder, there is nothing like the buzz of the first day of a new campaign.
I can feel this is the season for us...
#hope
#PL
Re: Abramovich chants. In my experience, working class (or ex-working class) fans of London clubs, AKA 'heritage fans', the people I grew up standing next to at The Bridge - live with a kind of perpetual siege mentality, whether the attacks are real, justified, whatever.
Croatia is incredible but it really is the home of the ubiquitous British 'Facebook couple'; white polo shirt and blue chino shorts for him, orange and white frilly top for her, a giant Aperol spritz, a seafood platter, an engagement ring burning a hole in the hotel safe
Dubai has become the COVID Casablanca. A desert neutral zone populated by influencers, con artists, yogatubers, sinister swinging couples from Cheshire and footballers doing 'warm weather training'
Nearly 15 years on from the birth of Brewdog, and people still refuse to accept that there is no 'punk' way of doing beer, burgers, coffee, digital marketing, men's grooming, private equity or cryptocurrency.
Hi guys, just checking in. Amazing response so far, WOW. Just wanna say i'm working with some very cool people, trying to make JD Wetherspoon PLC a more intentional business. We're embracing new tech, new ideas, climate stuff and moving further into the NFT-sphere. Speak soon ๐ค
Anthony Gordon looks like a character in a WW1 trench drama who spends half the film setting up an arc of hope, pics of his sweetheart, the wedding ring heโs bought etc. Then gets one straight through his tin helmet in the end battle
In June 2020 I celebrated my birthday. At my local pub, the curtains were drawn, the jukebox was barred and we had to learn a special knock to get in. There could be no more than 50 people inside, and no dogs. We all made sacrifices, we all behaved responsibly. The PM did not.
This may sound like some terrible rose-tinted millennial reveal, but remember when you could just...do things? Find things? Without booking, or without having to become an amateur behaviourist?
Fascinating thing about anti-lockdown marches is the next door aesthetic. Most protest groups look how you'd imagine them to. Oxford St today appears more like a fire drill at a Tesco Extra in Kent - a totally random cross section of pedestrians. The radicalised normal.
Please do not make jokes about Boris having COVID-19. You may not agree with his politics - but please remember that's 500 secret love-children's father you're talking about.
Tier 3 in London is a usless idea, because most lifestyle Londoners believe they are immortal (and they may well be). The whole experience of living there is predicated on a very tight trade-off between misery and hedonism, and nothing's gonna stop the citizens getting on it.
Watching Cara Delevigneโs (awful) BBC3 sex documentary, and theyโre featuring a feminist artist whoโs workโฆhas exactly the same typeface/art direction as the Waitrose herb packets
There's been a lot of focus on NHS staff (and rightly so), but there are so many people just doing what they've always done - with no extra pay, no more job security and any kind of social life denied to them at the end of the day.
Here it is. The Vauxhall station piss portal. An urban geyser, brimming over with Neck Oil and nu-gen syphilis. The closest weโll see to the old Tyburn gallows. All topped off with a jarringly functional Helvetica sign.
Can hear a 0/10 house party in the distance. Seems to be less than five people, no female voices detectable. Theyโve played โThis Charming Manโ, โIn Your Headโ and โDakotaโ already. Itโs 7.45pm
Just seen a middle aged man in Tesco, browsing the aisles in a mask like this and a pair of blue latex gloves. Like something from Manhunter. Incredibly, incredibly bad vibes.
I bit, and wrote this about VICE.
How ego, decadence, a Randian obsession with growth, and not knowing what it was good at destroyed the company.
But also the fluid, carefree and innately creative atmosphere of the London office in its boom days.
2012: "Grimes' boyfriend is playing Shacklewell Arms tonight, fancy it?"
2020: "Grimes' boyfriend is lighting up the sky with a trail of satellites on a quest to improve global broadband coverage, fancy it?"
In 2019, a London teenager named Zac Brettler plummeted to his death from a luxury building on the Thames. This is my story about his parents' effort to solve the mystery of what happened to him - after British authorities gave up on doing so.
@NewYorker
Just found myself watching Sky Sports News through the exterior of a pub window. Staring in at news of Didier N'Dong to Watford like it was the Kennedy assassination or some shit
Usually on a night out with a weird hometown crew. Two really nice guys studying for a PHD at King's and their mate who's never been abroad before, goes wild on the relatively cheap beer and leaves the club in a headlock
Today is my first day as the lifestyle editor of
@MetroUK
, and Iโm looking for pitches. Whether its a short piece about a new wellness trend, or that longread youโve always wanted to write - my ears are open.
Lots of chin ups but lots of Tesco IPA's means many of us will coming out of this with physiques like Harvey Keitel in Bad Lieutenant; skinny, fat, hench, aged, lithe, powerful, decrepit, bloated, beautiful, sexual, atrocious, incredible
My Topjaw London top 5:
Best restaurant: Billโs, Richmond
Best cafe: Leon, Heathrow, T2
Best pub or bar: Pub on The Park
Best bakery: GAILโs, Dulwich Village
Best roast: Any!
Turning replies off for this, because there's always a point with this subject when 'two kids, love music, cycling' Twitter starts chiming in with insanely personal anecdotes that only serve to bottom out the discussion and bum you out for the rest of the day
Every time I try to get a grip on what's happening in the electronic music scene I find myself flying through loads of wild, super-academic lower case discourse and wonder if I should just bite the bullet and become the guy who carries his gf on his shoulders at T In The Park
Full disclosure: my father is the founder and chairman of a nationwide budget pub chain - however it's had nothing to do with my success. If anything it's been a hinderance in the class-obsessed world of the British media.
Watching Barcelona in 2021 is a bit like watching Made in Chelsea in 2021. A jarring mix of โwho the fuck is that?โ and โhow the fuck is he still there?โ
Am I a scab for being on one of the only trains running in the UK? If so, I'm getting my divine punishment; sitting in the fold-down door seat, opposite the bogs, whilst hulking, shirtless Newcastle fans take lusty Budweiser shits about five feet from my head. (Its 10.30am)