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WINNING the Euros a second time round means your success-starved nation is forced to go to even greater lengths to show its gratitude. But please don’t bother giving me the 'freedom' of these places. 

MORE than a millennia ago, the UK faced an unprecedented invasion from foreigners seizing land and assaulting women which nobody resented even slightly.

“I’m representing you pro bono, so midway through the trial I may go off on a tangent about how f**king good Achtung Baby was.”

WAKING up with a hangover so intense that the hangover itself has a hangover, I reflect on another tumultuous week in ecclesiastical affairs. 

I’M NOT smooth-brained. I know that the marketplace of ideas regularly blesses consumers with overpriced crazes, and it’s our civic duty to buy into them.

Great so many people have been able to see Oasis this summer. They can cross that off their bucket hat list.

WAKING with a hangover the size of Hampshire, I clear my system by vomiting copiously from an upstairs window, which drenches a passerby but calms my stomach magnificently, and reflect upon the week’s events. 

NOBODY knows their burgers like us Brits. They're a homegrown national institution, like pizzas and curry. Except these days everyone feels the need to reinvent the f**king wheel.

SHYNESS, laziness and ChatGPT guided James Bates, aged 30, to a date with 33-year-old Jo Kramer. But will this modern-day Cyrano have the heart of a poet in person?

Ladies, why not spice up your love life by claiming you’ve been fingered by a ghost?