This is the house where Chris used to live. It is a half timbered effort, dating I guess from somewhere in early 1800’s. As you can see, it is not situated in bucolic seclusion, at least

I’ve just turned on the news to see ‘the best of Britain’ to quote our glorious leader…

Shot of a grey leaden sky over the Olympic stadium, cut to a grubby Union Jack fluttering somewhere in

It is not M’lud Leveson that will see the Dead Tree Proles out of work and unemployable; they are more likely to condemn themselves by their own fair hand in their increasingly hysterical efforts to be seen

I have been waiting in vain for several days for the Guardian’s coverage of the latest ‘Domestic Violence’ outrage. I know how passionately they feel about the subject. 65 articles in the last 30 days alone –

I’ve been pondering the rash of new regulations over the week-end in the US, a country the UK grows more alike every week.

First the cinema chain AMC banned ‘Joker’ costumes, and fake fire arms being carried into

If they desire a thing they declare that it is true. If they desire it not, though that were Death itself, they cry aloud, ‘It has never been.’ Thus their talk is the talk of children, and