Politics, it is true, attracts certain âtypesâ, often in stereo. On the left, there is the social crusader whose guilt at his comfortable middle-class upbringing is manifested as doing the right thing by those who didnât shareContinue reading →
I was all for packing my bags and hitching out of town when the final missive from the previous premises was delivered. I anticipated a few fond farewells, but I always imagined my predecessor had a monopolyContinue reading →
Bring out your grievances! Bring out your grievances! Let the charges ring out!
It’s that time of year; the normally scattered family isÂ gathered round the festive table, the Sherry bottle’s empty, Grandad’s fallen asleep, Mum hasContinue reading →
As the media gird their loins for days and weeks worth of satisfying bleeding, crying, heart-rending front pages, one question stands out ‘How could young men become so radicalised that they turn into suicide bombers’.
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As the media gird their loins for days and weeks worth of satisfying bleeding, crying, heart-rending front pages, one question stands out âHow could young men become so radicalised that they turn intoContinue reading →
Ms Raccoon has had her nose in this book all week-end. As with the bible, one can play pick nâ mixâ to oneâs heart content. I hadnât quite appreciated why it wasContinue reading →
by Anna Raccoon on November 1, 2015 Wow!Â Just wow! Ms Raccoon has just returned from the hospital. Ten months ago they thought I had ‘two months at best’ – at that point you are formally designated ‘terminally ill’; that … Continue reading →
In case you havenât seen it â what follows is the written evidence of a Kidâs Company employee that was submitted to the House of Commons Public Administration Committee. It is quite devastatingContinue reading →
One of the most chilling images in Orwellâs dystopian Oceania was the army of young âSpiesâ; the children who struck terror into adult hearts by threatening to expose any deviation from approved behaviour.
âYouâre a traitor!âContinue reading →
Or are you still âtransitioningâ Officer? – As Ms West might have been forced to inquire these days.
An armed MoD police officer making the delicate transition from male to female,Continue reading →
However â he did grandly announce that he did not exist, from his position of principled non-existence. Jean-Paul Sartre would have been proud of him.
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Tell me, do you hesitate to pick up a beautiful feather, discarded by an escaping pheasant? Do you hear your Mother’s voice as you bend down to touch it? I can tell your age by your answer.Continue reading →
I said we’d organise something, so here’s a very important date to put in your diaries – 19th November 2015. Previous get togethers have been in London, generally organised round Old Holborn’s annual Guy FawkesContinue reading →
Tell me, do you hesitate to pick up a beautiful feather, discarded by an escaping pheasant? Do you hear your Motherâs voice as you bend down to touch it? I can tell yourContinue reading →