If you’ve spent any time on social media recently (and frankly who hasn’t in these locked down days?), you can’t have failed to notice a rash of posts complaining about how cruel people are beingContinue reading
Category: Politics
A last minute plea!
On Tuesday I posted some wise words Dan Walsh had written about the Labour manifesto on Facebook and last night I sat up late trying to find something from my own experience that I couldContinue reading
The Labour manifesto
With an introduction by Dan Walsh This is a terrific manifesto. The naysayers, the sneerers, the tutters, those decrying it as too utopian, too expensive, too extreme, too leftwing, are relying on one crucial thing –Continue reading
The Kids Are Alright!
“What did you do in the war daddy?” For people of my generation that was a question many of us (in particular the boys) asked of our fathers when we were little. My dad’s answerContinue reading
Solidarity Among Sisters
But obviously they only get really solid solidarity if their political perspective happens to coincide with the journalist’s. In yesterday’s Guardian Gabby Hinsliff spoke out in support of fellow fervent anti-Corbynite Laura Kuenssberg. She condemned the “small, self-righteous and aggressively entitledContinue reading
London’s Burning
This morning, a day after the appalling tragedy in Grenfell Towers, I read a comment on FB written by my friend Chris, a recently retired firefighter who I have know since he was a lad of 17.Continue reading
Who do you trust with your future?
This morning the poor privatised Royal Mail postman struggled through pouring rain to push a single slightly soggy letter through my letter box. It was addressed to me personally so I opened it immediately. It was from Rt.Continue reading
…But I’ll never forgive him for Brexit
I started arguing with Bob a couple of years before New Labour’s first term began in 1997; back when Tony Blair was still a cherubic ex public schoolboy who was yet to prove that I’dContinue reading
Not what Corbyn might have chosen but…
It’s the last day of my ten year old’s Easter holidays and we cycled a mile or so down the road to collect his friend for a play day. Riding back along a relatively quiet side street IContinue reading