It will be hard, come the end of 2020, to decide which member of government will deserve the accolade of being dubbed Stupidest Prick of the Year. They appear to have temporarily buried the delightfully kind and team-minded Pratti Patel (of course I jest, and no, she’s not a bully because refugees don’t count and … Read moreWho will be the UK Government Prick of the Year by the time it ends?
I can love and feel without touch; I long for its return. I will not be afraid of humanity; I refuse to deny my own. I can do nothing to destroy the invisible enemy; I can do everything necessary and within my means to keep myself and others alive. I can be political, raging against … Read moreMantra for the Times
Virtual is the Emperor’s New Clothes. Look, people said, we can switch to being contactless creatures living our interactions through screens 24-7 and getting everything delivered. Like we are all living in an episode of Black Mirror. There was an element of novelty at first, if you could turn your thoughts away from mass suffering … Read moreVirtual is the Emperor’s New Clothes
It is four months today since my mother died in what was her bedroom in my house. I was holding her hand in my hands and guiding her down a sunlit path lined with trees, at the end of which my father waited for her. He was dressed in a smart best suit, and had … Read moreWhen you lose your mum, and then the plague begins