This is a column about trees and deer – it doesn’t end well for Bambi.
Dear Jeremy Corbyn,
Here come the stories. The Tories tell one about how splurging public cash and acting tough on crime will make this a better land. The Conservative plan looks more like throwing money up against the wall, to paraphrase Boris Johnson.
You can travel by train from Scotland to Ho Chi Minh in south Vietnam.
Apparently indyref2 will happen next year.
Last night Britain fell through the floor.
Labour will surely lose any general election, and Tory prospects are a gamble, but there is a general agreement the SNP will triumph.
The commissioners dartboard at Netflix must have more holes than a doily.
Al Pacino has been nominated for an Oscar for his turn as Jimmy Hoffa in the film The Irishman. The last time he picked up a statuette was in 1992 for Scent Of A Woman, a film so awful anyone under 40 may not have seen it or know of its existence.
When the largest march in living memory barely makes the news, it’s time to wonder what matters in politics.