Exposure 13: Newszak (Spoof)
The Lesser Spotted Sex Trafficked Victim.
Across the globe, a new variety of ‘spiritual’ leader is arising to cheers from the grim faced populace. The ‘moral’ guardian. We have no truck any longer with men in long black dresses, with books full of unbelievable
Continue reading →The Comfort Eating Gender?
My first impression of Edinburgh was one of being overwhelmed by the sheer scale – not just of the buildings, but the people, particularly the women.
I live in a part of France where the average
Continue reading →Lansbury's Children in Tower Scamlets.
Conveniently adjacent to the £1,000 a week furnished floating homes in the new womb of journalism, Canary Wharf, and within touching distance of the engine of our ‘booming economy’, the money men of the priapic Shard, lies an area of
Continue reading →Cotton Pickin': R – v – Crawley and Ors.
Operation Cotton, as it has become known colloquially, or more properly R v Crawley and Ors is fast become the modern day Jarndyce and Jarndyce of Bleak House fame. It will be spoken of in 100 years from now. The
Continue reading →Far Right Victory?
There is an air of jubilation around this morning – or an attack of the vapours – depending on whether you are standing in the King’s Arms in Doncaster, or Lentils-R-Us in Islington. ‘The People’s Army’, that seething
Continue reading →Beating Your Curd and Whey.
A tip o’ the Dutch cap this morning to Jasper Kuin for showing Dutch courage in the face of health and safety regulations.
It is a Bank Holiday week-end; it used to be called Whitsun, but
Continue reading →All Trussed Up Like a Ukipper…
So peace finally reigns in the old ‘Muppet show’ studio ‘D’ at Elstree, from where the BBC broadcast the local election results during the night.
They were short handed – one of their senior editors, Jasmine
Continue reading →The Apathy Party is still ahead in the Polls.
If democracy was truly the will of the majority of the populace, we would have no European parliament – nor British parliament.
That we do is because democracy
Continue reading →Dove Tales.
When we lived in the ancienne poste house in the centre of the village, built into the metre thick walls of the bastide, one of the delights was sitting on the terrace in the morning sun listening to the
Continue reading →Exposure 12: Turning the Tables (Spoof)
Catherine of Arrogant.
Little Catherine rode a tidal wave of ‘right-on’. From the ‘Wigan Mining and Technical College’ through a degree in Social Work, naturally, she diligently applied herself to every cause close to the heart of her left wing masters.
Continue reading →The Old Curiosity Shop.
On a cold and rather miserable spring day just over two years ago I was sitting in a coffee shop in a rather pretty village in the Pennines. I was tired and rather low. I had
Continue reading →Ms Raccoon regrets…
You are too late. Should have called in earlier. She’s already left.
She has jetted off to sunny Glasgow to attend a seminar on Moral Panic.
She thinks Marrakech would have been a better idea
Continue reading →Ms Raccoon regrets…
You are too late. Should have called in earlier. She’s already left.
She has jetted off to sunny Glasgow to attend a seminar on Moral Panic.
She thinks Marrakech would have been a better idea
Continue reading →Death of the Last Taboo.
Nothing is sacrosanct on Twitter, no detail of intimate life too delicate to explore; except death. There is no #death hashtag. It has to be masked – #dyingmatters.
No surprises in the etymology – the word
Continue reading →The Game of Clones.
The American arm of the ‘League for the Revolutionary Party’ describe themselves as ‘revolutionary optimists’. ‘Optimists’ is an understatement, they are lonely Bolsheviks at sea in an ocean of avowed capitalists. They publish a magazine called ‘
The bitter legacy of the Western Ukraine.
Amid the hysterical counter claims from the ‘interim government’ in Kiev supported by $5bn dollars of American money which chased the duly democratically elected government out of town and now condemns as ‘criminal’ the people of Eastern Ukraine holding
Continue reading →Paedo-Ring-a-Roses.
The Sunday Express has disinterred Mike Hames this morning – the ex-head of the old ‘Obscene Publication Squad’ before it became the keyword friendly and up-to-the-minute ‘Paedophile Information Section’.
They brought him out of retirement to
Continue reading →Grayling Spawns Again – more Cod.
The Criminal Justice Bill has attracted a lot of attention – not least because of the provisions to
Continue reading →The Travelling Man.
Time was when the travelling folk from Romania, in their colourful horse-drawn vehicles, would ask a local farmer for permission to stop for a few days, and to feed and water their horse. They might even sell him
Continue reading →The Lost Boy.
Jason Patric is an actor, a good looking and personable young man, best known for starring in ‘The Lost Boys’. He is currently unemployed, totally consumed by a search for his own ‘Lost Boy’ – young Gus.
Freddie Starr – Charging decisions
The Crown Prosecution Service has decided that Freddie Starr should not be prosecuted for any offence.
Baljit Ubhey, the Chief Crown Prosecutor of CPS London, said:
“Having carefully
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Quality v. Quantity. The NHS Debate.
Professor Karol Sikora has thrown a starving cat into the pigeon loft of irrational debate on the NHS. Feathers are flying.
Professor Sikora, a noted cancer specialist, has advocated ‘rationing’ as a cure for the NHS’s
Continue reading →Farage from the Madding Crowd.
All I remember from Far from the Madding Crowd was that Gabriel’s sheep were driven like lemmings to hurl themselves off a cliff – never to be heard from again. Nigel Farage has no intention of watching his flock
Continue reading →Saturday Evening Posts Worth Reading.
Exclusive – The Origins of Savilisation – Part Four.
Once the older girls had moved onto Norman Lodge, and Susan was back in her dormitory, she wrote to Savile – a ‘come back all is forgiven’ letter in her words, there no longer seemed any reason why
Continue reading →Exclusive – The Origins of Savilisation – Part Three.
Another afternoon, and the boredom of Duncroft was relieved by a coach turning up (Wot! Still no Rolls Royce? You’ll never get the media to publish this!) – a rather special coach with tables between pairs of facing
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