This is the diary of a pissed-off toff.
That is pretty self-explanatory. But let me expand a little.
By birth, education and upbringing, I am what they call a toff. Furthermore, I am more or less permanently pissed-off about everything.
“Everything?” I hear you say.
Yes, jolly nearly everything. Not just the ever-more-numerous trials and tribulations of daily life in England; not just the infinitely depressing spectacle of my own country going down the tube while we all look on impotently; but also the fact that I am broke, dispossessed, and increasingly alienated from almost every aspect of the modern world.
“I say, aren’t you exaggerating a bit?” you ask.
Not really. Anyhow, this is my diary. Or, if you prefer, the fulminations of a pissed-off toff who wonders whether it is he or the world that has gone stark raving mad …
Pissed-off Toff’s observation of the eco-loons of Extinction Rebellion prompts him to voice – before he was intending to do so – his most contentious and most unfashionable opinion yet. … Keep Reading
Pissed-off Toff has a brief encounter with a train operator notorious for the misery it inflicts on its customers. The clear blue morning sky and the fresh spring air brought … Keep Reading
Pissed-off Toff explores the numerous benefits of abstemiousness … and then asks the big question: Why does one drink? I have a friend – let us call him Alexander – … Keep Reading
Pissed-off Toff mulls over the difficulty of finding peaceful eateries and watering holes in the capital. As time goes by, I am increasingly aware of the incessant noise which plagues … Keep Reading
Pissed-off Toff explores the recent phenomenon of the ubiquitous filler word ‘like’. Having come down from Cambridge in the early 1980s, my friend Johnny settled and married in Italy. He … Keep Reading
As the winter solstice approaches, and as the yuletide festivities remind us of what marvels can occur, Pissed-off Toff announces to the world that he self-identifies as a trans-species parrot. For … Keep Reading
Pissed-off Toff reviews a fairly recent film called The Riot Club, in which more-or-less upper-class undergraduates at Oxford are portrayed as being not only beyond the pale in every way, … Keep Reading
As the international super-rich devour London, and as they turn their greedy eyes to the rest of our country, some economists insist that we should celebrate. Pissed-off Toff marvels at … Keep Reading