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I recently watched a movie called Adulthood, broadcast by the BBC. I can’t really tell you an awful lot about it because I could barely understand the argot, though I think that everyone was calling everyone else ‘blood’ or ‘bud’. These bloods or buds or whatever, gang members and drug dealers in the main, chavs and hoodies, we call them, are the kind of violent low-lives who were largely responsible for the recent mayhem in Tottenham and Hackney.
If there’s something strange in your neighbourhood, if there’s something weird and it don’t look good, who ya gonna call? No, not Ghostbusters;... (more)
One other circumstance is worthy of remark; and that is, that from the moment of their first outbreak…every symptom of order or preconceived arrangement among them, vanished. When they divided into parties and ran to different quarters of the town, it was on the spontaneous suggestion of the moment. Each party swelled as it went along, like rivers as they roll towards the sea; new leaders sprang up as they were wanted, disappeared when the necessity was over, and reappeared at the next crisis. Each tumult took shape and form, from the circumstances of the moment…in a word a moral plague... (more)
This is a change from the letter I intended to write. That was something altogether more light-hearted, which unfortunately I now have to hold over until a later occasion. Instead I want to say a word or two about the riots in London, my city, my home. My view is that - as with the Norwegian massacre - it is best to stand back from such events before forming a definite judgement, simply to allow the facts to settle. But judgements, I see, are already being formed here in Broowaha which have nothing whatsoever to do with facts and everything to do with politics. The suggestion is that these... (more)
How quickly things are moving. It’s not that long since I wrote about the great euro rescue on my personal blog (A New Old Young Plan). There they were, our leaders, all beaming smiles and all self-congratulation. Here is part of what I said;
Be assured: the crisis is over. The smug smiles said it all, as the European leaders emerged from the end of last week’s summit on the euro debt disaster. They emerged bearing gifts to the Greeks, a second bail-out of the profligate nation worth over $130billion. The details are all a bit vague, though; who, exactly, is going to pay what? Never... (more)
Well, no, she wasn’t but that pulled you in, did it not? Still, the latest research suggests that the she wasn’t quite all woman either.
I’ll come to this in a bit but first a word or two about a wholly compelling individual, a social climber, a sort of American Becky Sharp, the unscrupulous character from William Makepeace Thackeray’s novel Vanity Fair, one who climbed high enough to catch the affections of a king.
In 1936 Edward VIII, who recently succeeded his father George V to the throne, made it plain to the English establishment, politicians and churchmen alike, that he... (more)
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Among the more notable items I saw on a tour of the Kremlin on a particularly memorable Christmas Day, several years ago now, was the Faberge Eggs in the Armoury Museum, those splendid jewelled creations made by the firm of Peter Carl Faberge for the last two Tsars to mark the Easter holiday.
There is one in particular that stood out - the Kremlin Egg, a gift from Nicholas to the Empress Alexandra in 1906. For me there was something almost magical in this, a trace from the past, a link with those long dead royal martyrs, the first drops in an ocean of martyrdom.
The Russian royal... (more)
I sometime feel if my country were Troy the Greeks would never have needed wily Odysseus and his Wooden Horse. No, the gates are open; come on in, we’re having a party!
Recently the party was joined by a certain Sheikh Raed Salah, leader of the Islamic Movement in Israel, invited here by left-wing Labour parliamentarians, including Jeremy ‘the Beard’ Corbyn (Beard shall speak unto Beard). Jolly decent of them; the Sheikh is such a nice chap, one who will certainly make any party go with a bang.
There is only one tincy-wincy problem. He’s a gate-crasher, the said gates... (more)
It’s just over a week now since that dreadful outrage in Norway, that massacre of the innocents in a nation of innocents. The sensible thing to do was to watch and wait before passing comment, but sense is no impediment to opinion, the more ridiculous, the more opportunistic and, yes, I have to say this, the more obscene the better, raking over tragedy to score political points.
Breivik is a cold blooded and calculating sociopath by any reasonable measure. But one could almost feel the sigh of relief that went up on the liberal left. Thank goodness he was not a Muslim; thank goodness... (more)
“Is the EU mortally wounded?”, Larry Sidentop asked in an article published in the July issue of Prospect (A crisis of belief). I hope so, Larry, I certainly hope so. I would like to update Voltaire’s observation about the Holy Roman Empire, that it was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire. The European Union is neither European nor a union. Rather it’s the most awful hybrid, something that might very well have been created on the island of Doctor Moreau.
There they were, those ‘idealists’, the politicians and bureaucrats who tortured this creature into existence, determined that... (more)
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Imagine yourself as a grandmother in your late fifties. Your garbage hasn’t been collected. Naturally you are annoyed so you write a letter of complaint to your local council. What happens? The response is prompt; the rubbish is removed; that’s what you would expect, isn’t it?
Well actually, no, that’s not what happened. Instead the grandmother in question, yes, a real person, got a questionnaire through the post, more garbage, some might think, asking, amongst other things, if she was a lesbian.
I could not stop myself laughing out loud when I read recently about the experience... (more)