Category Archives: This sceptred isle

The polling station was a marquee in a pub car park. Standing in the queue meant having to hear the loud conversation of a group of drinkers whose vocabulary chiefly consisted of obscenities used as nouns, adjectives and verbs. There … Continue reading →

What is the fuss about? What difference does it make if someone paid for Boris Johnson to have the flat decorated? Where does such behaviour rank compared to ministers awarding friends contracts? All of it is a diversion, it is … Continue reading →

Next weekend should have been a time of May fairs and may pole dancing, it should have been a time of well dressing and Morris men, and all that is celebratory and joyous about the beginning of the merriest month. … Continue reading →

“Where are you with the history lessons?” “The Chartists, but only for one lesson.” “Did you do the Luddites and Captain Swing?” “Only briefly.” Mr Buchanan would have been disappointed that a significant element of Nineteenth Century English social history … Continue reading →

Football has always been a matter of faith of dreams. In a world of franchises, in a hard-nosed, material age, there are still people who are prepared to commit significant parts of their lives and incomes to following a team … Continue reading →