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Ched Evans, the Paris Massacre and Freedom of Expression
What a chilling week it has been for democracy, independent thought and freedom of speech, with the tacky tale of a footballer not going away as the horrendous events in Paris continue to unfold. Because the whole seedy affair surrounding footballer and convicted rapist, Ched Evans, rolled on and on, I finally, after being persuaded by a solicitor friend, took some time out to read the details of the events of an evening that changed his life ...
Katie Hopkins, Charlie Brooker and Establishment Cover Up’s
After what seems to have been a never ending Christmas, many of us are returning to normality for the first time since the 19th December last year. When I say normality, I am increasingly aware that in Britain there is no such thing as normality after the consumer obscenity of Black Friday and the media demand for drunken violence on Mad Friday. We now (today) have what salivating solicitors are describing as Divorce Monday, which, I ...
Christmas, Sales, Boxing Day Hunts and a Happy New Year
Christmas is a funny old time as when it actually arrives, there is a general feeling that it is over the instant the big day dawns. As soon as the wrapping paper is in the bin, the adverts on TV are suddenly for holidays and mega, biggest ever sales at DFS, and the radio stations have reverted back to normality after a month of Slade, Wizard, East 17 and the Pogues. Boxing Day always brings news feeds of the masses knocking down the doors of ...
Christopher Jefferies – A Tale For Christmas
I watched a brilliant two parter with my youngest son, Harry, last week, called the 'Lost honour of Christopher Jefferies' written by Peter Morgan and brilliantly acted by Jason Watkins who played the part of Jefferies in mesmeric style. If you didn't see it, you may remember the snowy Christmas of 2010, when Jefferies, an innocent man, faced unbelievable trial by useless policing and vindictive media purely because he was an eccentric ...
Christmas Nostalgia
I was in Sainsbury's yesterday, picking up some Christmas booze for my clients when I got interrupted by some old chap who, at a guess, was in his seventies. "When I was young, me and my dad used to pick up our Christmas tree on Christmas Eve and that was that. Now it starts in October." He then went on to say something along the lines of being lucky if in his day he got a clip around the ear and a bag of chestnuts for a gift. Quite why ...