I read the latest offering from the Conservatives today and, for a brief moment, wondered whether I had accidentally stumbled across a newspaper from about 1987.
Lower taxes. Drill for oil. Slash red tape. Cut employment rights. Back the risk-takers and wealth creators.
An “economic revolution”, apparently.
Revolution?
Haven’t we already tried most of this?
Because unless I’ve completely misunderstood the last 40 years, ...
I was speaking to an old mate of mine, Gwylim, last night. He works for the Kennet & Avon Trust, so he knows a thing or two. Britain’s rivers are in trouble. big trouble. We can keep pretending the present system just needs another stern letter from Ofwat, or we can start treating water as the national infrastructure it actually is.
There is a peculiar argument that appears whenever anyone suggests taking Britain’s water companies ...
One of the oddest traditions we seem to cling to is the idea that the moment someone dies, they instantly become a wonderful human being.
Apparently, death is the greatest image consultant ever invented.
People who spent decades being rude, divisive, unpleasant or downright nasty suddenly become "colourful characters", "straight talkers" and "larger than life". It's as though St Peter hands them a complimentary PR team on the way through ...
Nigel Farage resigning as an MP so he can stand again as an MP is one of those political moves that makes you wonder whether democracy has become a poorly organised village panto.
He is stepping down in Clacton, triggering a by-election, then standing in that same by-election, all while presenting himself as a brave man of the people taking on the establishment, the media, rival parties, parliamentary standards, probably the BBC weather app, ...
I should probably start this post by admitting that one player, amongst many heroes last night, stood out as a towering example of why Thomas Tuchel is an elite football manager and I am a Chaise Lounge enthusiast.
Anthony Gordon.
Thunder, Rain and Mexican Fire
As rain delayed the start of the match, nothing could dampen the crackling atmosphere inside Mexico’s fortress. This was never going to be a polite little kickabout. It had ...
