This is why we do it. She into tears after two minutes as the noise of the first goal startled her. Total yobbo by the time we finished the game. A glorious day out, and seeing her jump up and down and singing along to Hi Ho Silver Lining was the chef's kiss in a perfect day.
So excited about her first visit to Loftus Road that she was in her QPR kit and ready to go at 8.30am. The match starts at 3pm.
(And the day goes downhill by 3.01pm)
M&S is playing The Cramps' Goo Goo Muck in its Brooklands store. I'm not sure middle-England Surrey is ready for this.
Birmingham, Swansea and Southampton left to play this month.
QPR's pursuit of that 8th placed play off spot is ON.
Never knew the Dapne Biggs story but we all knew her. My mum and dad's favourite party song, which became a QPR anthem. They used to always stay at the bed for Hi Ho Silver Lining. It was played at both their funerals in 2022 and 2024. Chokes me up when I hear it now.
💙🤍 EVER WONDERED WHY QPR PLAY HI HO SILVER LINING?
For QPR, this song is about Daphne Biggs.
A much-loved figure in the Rangers family, Daphne loved the song. After her passing, the club began playing it after home victories in her memory.
Now, whenever those familiar opening notes ring out at Loftus Road, they carry a little piece of Daphne with them.
This is what R Connection is all about. The people, the memories we share and the connections that make QPR about so much more than football.
Daphne Biggs. Always remembered. 💙🤍
A big thank you to @MarkofGrove for the suggestion.
#QPR #RConnection #ForeverRs
Only Trump could whine at not getting the Nobel Peace Prize the day he does a deal with a war criminal to buy fuel that will help to finance a war.
What a list. Surely nobody actually goes to Zurich other than to avoid tax? One of the most dreadfully boring places on earth.
Dublin over any and every city in Spain or Italy?
Buenos Aires may have its issues but THAT is a city.
Fiancée away, daughter away. There was a time, not long ago, for that to be the cue to get a few unsavoury reprobates over to my house for a session.
Today, I've gone to the gym, been drinking mineral water, and am reading a biography on Barbara Cartland.
In the past week I introduced my 6 year old to The Beatles and in doing so rediscovered them. The music was a formative part of my teenage years. Then it became overplayed and familiar.
Seeing her react to songs like I Am The Walrus and Lucy In The Sky brings the wonder back.
Six year old came home from school with a painting she'd done, which she described as 'like Andy Warhol'.
Today, she requested a tune in the car (for a time this was always Shakira, Katy Perry or Taylor Swift) and it was 'I Am The Walrus'.
She is growing up fast.
The whippet has been in this position for the past 90 minutes: hasn't flinched a muscle despite our movements, noise, and other random distractions. He's like a endurance performance artist doing a show at the Barbican.
The last time I gained 1000+ followers from a single tweet was when I was sitting near Shakira at the Ivor Novello awards and shared a photo of her. Those Colombians and Shakira stans didn't hang around for long after when it went back to QPR, pubs and dogs.



















