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Here the devil, there the deep blue sea. Here the frying pan, there the fire. Here David Cameron and George Osborne. There Michael Gove and Iain Duncan Smith. Christ. What a choice. For the first time in my life I feel like not voting. I’m deeply opposed to the European Union –  not necessarily to […]

I disapprove very strongly of this demonising of Jeremy *unt. Come on, the lot of you: don’t pick on him. Because by picking on him, you’re singling him out as the problem and he’s not. The problem is the whole sickening cowardly bullying venal greedy filthy lot of them: to echo the words of Nye […]

DO I know my zeitgeist or what? Last week I wrote about storms and this week? Storms. Big, wet, windy storms. I still quite like them. Backed into the bank beneath a chunky, wide-girthed oak this morning, as it bent to the gales and rain lashed horizontally past me and the dog, I rather enjoyed […]

I WILL tell you why I like storms. Whether you like it or not. I lay in bed the other night, up in my room at the top of the house, with a soft blue glow from the moon flashing on and off as clouds did their scudding in another south-westerly. The blue was enough […]