Postcard From Jerry, Part Five
“Hi guys, welcome to Manchester. My name’s Andy. Yes, yes, I know, the prime minister. These things ’appen. Repeat after me: Fatcher, Liz Truss crashed the economy.” Mr Burnham stood before us in a floor-tiles, [more…]
“Hi guys, welcome to Manchester. My name’s Andy. Yes, yes, I know, the prime minister. These things ’appen. Repeat after me: Fatcher, Liz Truss crashed the economy.” Mr Burnham stood before us in a floor-tiles, [more…]
The printer had stopped, he took off the sheets and sat down. “Jane,” he looked across at her, she was still on the phone, he waited until she had finished. “He will be here within [more…]
Welcome back my friends, to the flamboyance that never ends. To a time When Mellotrons rattled and hummed, Moogs bleeped and squeaked, and bloated concept albums ruled the record racks, if not quite the airways. [more…]
Earlier this week, to lob a grenade at his successor Andy Burnham’s first day in the House of Commons after the recess, Keir Starmer announced his resignation from Parliament. Speaking via his local newspaper, the [more…]
Another great set of competition entries which made picking a top three difficult but I wanted to spread the prizes around. All entrants can email me with their address and choose a GP mug, or [more…]
I was forced through conversation today to contrast my experience of the U.K. from 48 years ago with the present day, as we spoke the differences were crystallised confirming the abyss into which the U.K. [more…]
Last time I left you we were crossing the de Soto bridge from Memphis into the badlands of Arkansas. Even though I didn’t see the river again for another few hundred miles you’re in the [more…]
The Unsavory Similarity Revealed It struck me that there are several similarities between Britain’s noble stand against Nazi Germany in 1940 and Iran’s stand against the US/Israel this year. The Battle for Britain 1940 After [more…]
It happened again. There I was, minding my own business (trying to kill more white-fly, to be specific) when I heard an all too familiar thud on the glass. I was at the top end [more…]
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