Loose Ends

 I had no idea what to title this post I spend a lot of my time browsing the internet, It's a beautiful thing, so many stories, so much life to learn about. But I am also increasingly feeling alienated with how little I know about celebrity culture. Or, to be truthfully honest, how little I care. But there are moments when I just think to myself I have completely lost touch with reality. One such moment happened a week or so ago I was checking on the news regarding the latest Covid updates when the name Nicki Minaj came up and how her expressing her opinions regarding the Covid vaccine were really damaging because she has a lot of influence. I had never heard of Nicki Minaj So I thought I'd better check this out. Am I so out of the loop that I'm missing someone's opinion that is so massive it's prompted a government official to mention her name Turns out that Nicki Minaj does have a lot of twitter followers and has expressed an opinion on the Covid vaccine. But all ...

 Like many, I became gripped by Emma Raducanu's run to the US Open final. And like most, I only became aware of her during her great run at Wimbledon. A terrific run, sadly cut short by breathing difficulties. Being a keen fan of all sports, Tennis is one of the few that I've always struggled to get on board with. As far back as I can remember It's been plagued with behaviour that just gets under my skin. Mckenroe was one of those players. But it wasnt the fact that he consistently had these childish outbursts, behaving like a 2 year old who resented being weaned off the breast, it was the fact that he got away with it so much. Which makes it strange that after retirement he became one of my favourite Tennis commentators/pundits. It's a strange World indeed. Mckenroe's childish outbursts aside, I actually enjoyed the Men's game just as much as I enjoyed the Women's. That was until the screaming came in. Now anyone who plays any kind of Sport knows that somet...

When I was 10, one of my very best friends was a boy named Ngo Ngoc Dung. He was from Vietnam. I knew his skin colour was different to mine and I also knew he spoke English in a very much different accent to anything I'd heard before, but he was great. I was sad when his family moved away. Growing up in what was then one of the largest housing estates in Europe built to house large portions of the massively over-populated City of Portsmouth mass immigration passed me by, so it's something I cant really comment about so I won't. But we did have some, and Ngo was fantastic. He would show me some of the homework his father had set for him (and there started my utter dread of algebra) luckily it would be a couple more years before I would see that in a textbook myself. And during lunchbreak we would decamp to the far side of the playground and bat a tennis ball at each other for 30 minutes before the bell rang for lessons once more. Why would that be important? Well, simply put...