The happiest drunks are arena drunks

Welcome to the first edition of 2024 for the Blitz. Based on my headline this week, as usual I’m getting into the same hard-hitting subjects as you’ve come to expect from past entries, which have included such controversial topics as wacky inflatable arm-flailing tube men, singing in the shower, and

Tis the season for the plague

Four years ago, I celebrated my daughter’s first Christmas by lying on the floor beside the toilet in my in-laws’ guest bathroom in London, trying to keep my retching quiet as to not dampen the holiday spirit swirling around the tree downstairs as annual gift-giving procedures commenced.