The shop selling “Really British” products should flog London to Brighton season tickets: nothing gets more Really British than the grinding misery of that journey.
Sensitive development for some commercial use or new housing could be the difference between sustainability and eventual loss.
Plus: Salmond’s revisionist view of Thatcher. My weekly Brexit briefing begins. And: the glory of Tim Shipman’s “All Out War”.
Take a man who believes so sincerely in his convictions, and who cannot possibility countenance the possibility that he’s wrong, and you strike comedy gold.
Plus: Hammond’s jokes. Javid’s stonewalling. Am I a fascist? And: of the making of books there is no end
Where to begin? Let’s start here…
The campaign against the paper is not so much about a headline last week, but about shifting the balance of media power to the left.
Plus: Ken Loach’s new film. Whatever the political motivation behind it, it did have several valid messages – and one is how the state can dehumanise people.
We should commit to tackling racism where it exists – not working ourselves into paroxysms of outrage.
Plus: I upset Plaid. I recommend Matt Forde’s TV series. And: will a ticket to Norwich cost me £27.10 or £103.10?
If so, we should pay any new costs.
It is not so much like a parent or a nanny as a brother. Not Big Brother, to be sure, but Little Brother – to be treated both with sibling rivalry and understated love.
We don’t live in the frequency domain. I am 100 per cent gay, Scottish and Tory – and a near infinite number more such things – all at the same time.
Humans kill bulls intentionally, in the name of entertainment, whereas hounds kills foxes instinctively. Is that an important distinction?
Plus: Stingy Liberal Democrats. Stupid Owen Smith. And: at the Edinburgh Festival – and why those right-on comedians don’t get life beyond the M25.