Did you know that the 22nd June is Windrush Day? It is the anniversary of the day when the first large group of migrants from the West Indies arrived in Britain on the ship, Windrush and it is also a day to celebrate the contribution of migrants to our society.
One week to go to a critically important election, which is not, for me anyway, about that excruciating divisive dilemma, the Brexit thing, but how our country will be run for the next five years. What do we want? Boris Johnson’s vision or Jeremy Corbyn’s? So here re: their visions,
Well, there we are, yesterday Johnson saw the Queen, Parliament was dissolved, and the election campaign officially began, although unofficially the promises were emanating from both parties weeks ago. But oh, good grief. I am, as you probably have guessed, a politics geek and an enthusiastic watcher and reader of
Early last week we had a Supreme Court ruling, which was the epitome of the highest critical thinking you could find, written in beautiful lucid prose, and delivered calmly by a quiet yet authoritative voice, which now seems almost forgotten after the truly repellent response from our executive the following
Was anyone surprised. No. Although when I watched the result there was Hunt with a smile on his face that looked quite genuine, and then there was Boris in an ill-fitting suit looking his usual scruffy and rumpled self, but slightly solemn. For a moment I thought…..! But no. I’ll come back
I started this piece weeks ago when it seemed a total certainty that our very own oaf Emperor and Trump-lookalike, would be crowned the leader of the Conservative Party, and consequently the leader of our nation. I’ve found it difficult to complete this piece as, like 50% of our nation,
It’s the Easter holidays and the MPs, probably for their own sanity’s sake, are on holiday so there are no dramas to report. Although I will say that, exactly as before, the week we were granted the extension began in high anxiety mode and then fizzled out, with MPs just