Good morning world â I think I can face you again. It has been an utterly miserable couple of weeks. It is only the steadfast support of Mr G that has firmly plonked me down in front of the computer again this morning with instructions to write.
No thanks to the so-called âmainstream mediaâ (a term I have never found my peace with for its âNew World Orderâ paranoia overtones), the world is now aware of the crimes of a Dr Kermit Gosnell, of the beautiful city
The Internet has correctly been concerned at what has been perceived as the loss of a ârightâ. The proposals by the Association of Chief Police Officers (Acpo) to refuse to release the names of people they arrest in the
These are curious days in the media. They will give endless space and awards to those who speculate on possible horror attributed to the dead who cannot answer back; they cheerfully re-use photographs of dead babies, awarding those babies a nationality that changes
I understand that at certain âstreet partiesâ held to âcelebrateâ the passing of the late Lady Thatcher one of the songs of choice was âDing, dong, the wicked witch is dead.â As others have observed, many of the
I have finally lost patience with the whingeing weegies in the sulphurous sewer that is Glasgow. The spectacle presented worldwide in national news outlets, of Scotlandâs âfinestâ, who are normally keen to tell us that they live on the breadline,
During the week I had recorded an episode of Piers Morganâs interview series. A case of nothing else worth recording really â the others I have seen have been a succession of women agonising over some dreadful trauma in
Early yesterday morning I pottered off on my usual round of shopping for my eclectic diet (eggs, figs, prune juice, sesame seeds, jelly, dark Choco Leibniz biscuits, coffee, and loo roll) but I took a detour back
The picture editors were busy yesterday. The winsome portrayals of Madeleine McCann, once the picture of choice if the word paedophilia was to be mentioned in the media, were passed over. The aging shots of Jimmy Savile dusted down again, a
The Barons âBâ, Barnes and Birkenhead, have their feet firmly under the table. The Baronial table that is. The one that has Jessica Cecil standing guard outside to protect the duo from the wilder excesses of their fiefdom.
Abu Mustaffa-Tax Denis Healey, the infamous hate preacher was universally condemned last night by leaders of all sensible parties. 95 year old Abu Denis Healey has been accused of delivering foul tirades against poor Ed Miliband