I write this on the eve of the general election. Now I’m no fortune-teller but I have a feeling we will all be groaning under the Starmer jackboot by now. I hope you’re all feeling pleased with y
Beep! Beep! It is a call, an actual phone call, via WhatsApp, from my old friend S— . When I say “old”, I mean it. We have known each other since Harold Wilson was having his first shot at being prime
In a few days’ time I am off to Poland, to write a travel piece. Getting there is going to be a bore. It will involve going from Brighton to the Stansted Radisson Blu on a Sunday evening, then arrivin