Our Crack Little Crack
I stopped myself from fretting about Brexit over the weekend by turning my thoughts to other conundrums.
You’ve got to love Trump
You’ve got to love Trump. (And by love I mean keep scratching your head while muttering: “How on earth did this Twitter troll ever get elected.”)
I’ve just finished reading ‘The Testaments’, Margaret Atwood’s follow-up to ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’.
There are many reasons not to like Wetherspoons supremo Tim Martin, not least for the fact that his head resembles that of the cowardly lion out of The Wizard of Oz on crystal...
I’ve been watching a lot of Lib Dem leader Jo Swinson on the telly over the past week and I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s something not quite right about her.
Donald Trump was under fire last week for a tweet he sent commemorating the anniversary of 9/11, which showed a picture of him and Melania.
Can I Swear?
Boris Johnson. Can I swear? Fuck me!
Brexit-Wrapped Food Shortages
On Sunday I watched Michael “I’m against proroguing parliament, it would be wrong” Gove on the telly.
I was looking at The Crack’s Twitter feed last week and noticed that professional troll, and fully paid-up member of the SS, Katie Hopkins, has been talking about the state of...
There were four mentions of ‘Fleabag’ in the Guardian on Saturday.
There were four mentions of ‘Fleabag’ in the Guardian on Saturday. Actually, let me correct that. I only counted four mentions.
I keep having great ideas for Dragon’s Den but don’t have the gumption to put myself on the show.
Cabinet Of The Bastards
Remember those halcyon past times, those golden hued days, when Theresa May and Philip Hammond were running the country? Sweet Jesus! What has just happened?
Ever since I accidentally let myself watch the trailer for the film version of ‘Cats’ on Saturday, I’ve been having problems with the muscles in my face.