One of the difficulties of being a ‘one-man band’ running a site such as this, is that I have no ‘newsroom’ colleagues with whom I can discuss contentious matters that I cannot post – either because

“We recognise that not all children and young people identify with the gender they were assigned at birth or may identify as a gender other than male or female, however the current systems (set nationally) only record gender

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I do not care what anybody says about blowing my own trumpet – ahm that reet proud o’ meself!

But amusingly – in collecting the paperwork, I managed to kick off an entire ‘Brexit/anti-EU’ argument in

‘My Generation’ – its virtually impossible to hear those words without acquiring an earworm that taunts you all day with a stuttering echo:

Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Yeah, I

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Hopisen on MP Ian Lavery’s Home Loan – paid for by sick and injured miners.

Robert Mann on the origin of vicious political advertisements.

Bob Spink for Independent Police Complaints

Take your pick – the unfortunate Olivia is a ‘sex-worker’ in the Guardian; a ‘professional dominatrix and escort’ in the Socialist Worker; and ‘a prostitute’ in the Independent; nowhere have I seen her described as she

Hey oop! The media midges are on manoeuvres. Dive-bombing unsuspecting celebrity ankles; swarming with righteous innuendo; there is no escape from the garrulous gnats as they mix ‘tax avoidance’ with ‘tax evasion’ and tar every customer of the

Just as no one would read a ‘Baby rearing’ book until the prospect of parenthood was bearing down upon them – so we all adept at ignoring the literature regarding Palliative Care until we become personally involved in

When Exaro first emerged with their ‘credible and true’ allegations of exotic Westminster paedophile rings, the opprobrium heaped on the head of anyone, like Ms Raccoon for

The BBC continues its mission to ramp up the dangers posed by the Internet, as opposed to the dangers of cosy old Aunty Beeb….

As it happens (and you might have guessed) Ms Raccoon had

Washing machine magnates and Ukuleles – the bizarre David Bowie route to stardom! Manchester Barrister Jaime Hamilton details an ‘Epic Fail’ from the Ministry of Justice.

‘Mom’ takes two year old

Close to the Canadian border, in a small township called Watton, two unassuming Christian folk, Lale and Joan Roberts, had brought up their three daughters. It was the sort of community where nothing much ever happened. They may yet

*Yawn*. Apologies once again for my absence. Ms Raccoon has once more been stress testing the NHS, Keeping Mr G on his toes, resolving to return to my previous diet of salmon and rice as being the only food

Farewell then, Tony Warren, you served us well. They announced your death on Twitter – thus neatly spanning the two worlds you inhabited.

You brought the flat and raucous tones of the wildings south; displayed the wit and

I was always amazed that the French managed to have a Revolution. One of the first things you notice in France is how incredibly disciplined everyone is. Compared to the English, that is.

The children, from