Politics, it is true, attracts certain ‘types’, 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 didn’t share
Continue reading →The Thin Blue Line
A New Broom
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 monopoly
Continue reading →Historic Allegations of a ‘Liverpool Kiss’.
Bring out your grievances! Bring out your grievances! Let the charges ring out!
It’s that time of year; the normally scattered family is gathered round the festive table, the Sherry bottle’s empty, Grandad’s fallen asleep, Mum has
Continue reading →Truth is the first casualty.
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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Truth is the first casualty.
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
Continue reading →The Cambridge Companion to the Qur’an…
Ms Raccoon has had her nose in this book all week-end. As with the bible, one can play pick n’ mix’ to one’s heart content. I hadn’t quite appreciated why it was
Continue reading →Friday 13th – Lucky for some!
by Anna Raccoon on November 1, 2015 Wow! 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 →
Camila Batmanghelidjh – More revelations.
In case you haven’t seen it – what follows is the written evidence of a Kid’s Company employee that was submitted to the House of Commons Public Administration Committee. It is quite devastating
Continue reading →Trigger Mortis.
One of the most chilling images in Orwell’s dystopian Oceania was the army of young ‘Spies’; the children who struck terror into adult hearts by threatening to expose any deviation from approved behaviour.
‘You’re a traitor!’
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Is that a Gun in your pocket?
Or are you still ‘transitioning’ 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 →The Existentialist Mr ‘Blacker Does Not Exist’
However – 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.
If nobody is around to hear
Continue reading →Polio Braggadocio.
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 →The Divine Ms Raccoon’s Annual Beanfeast….
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 Fawkes
Continue reading →Polio Braggadocio.
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
Continue reading →One of Life’s Characters.
There’s many a man of the Cameron clan That has followed his chief to the field
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He has sworn to support him or die by his side For a Cameron never can