Welcome to the company’s free Christmas lunch in Orwell’s Chestnut Tree Cafe…
As Conservatives it’s our job to acknowledge our gut instinct but also mediate it with morality and pragmatism.
Canvassing in Hackney, where I used to live, I hungered for houses flying flags.
Nothing muddles some minds or sharpens others like the dreamlike state of pre-redundancy.
Elle magazine’s attempt at tyranny by t-shirt is frightening.
UKIP and Russell Brand have little in common – except they both threaten the Labour leader.
I’d rather have clumsy but well-meaning Lord Freud in Government than Labour, the party of manufactured outrage.
What can be more political than the collision of fact and fiction?
Which party has learned from its mistakes? And which seems to repeat them endlessly?
“Wouldn’t it be better if Labour win next year?” Well, no – allow my internal monologue to explain.
Our nation is the same as it was last week, but it feels very different. Must we dash to rewrite the constitution before Christmas?
How our nation works is not down to a supernatural force, or some anonymous committee – it is down to us, and us alone.
The sea is our border, but not our limit. It can teach us about ourselves and our nation.
Salmond and Carswell aren’t monsters – but they’re feeding one which threatens our nation of nations.
For all that her works were about death, her true topics were life and love.