They say you get more right wing as you grow old. You’d have to be Methuselah before you were old enough to trust the Tory party.
Now the fatberg of Harvey Weinstein has been removed from the sewer, other lumps of congealed oil are flowing into sight.
Antonio Tajani – a man you have never heard of, yet who is one the most powerful men in Europe – has spilled the beans.
Thatcherism is dead. The political story of the last four decades – that markets are best and the state should stay out of people’s affairs – is winding up. Just as you think the party conference season has all the appeal of wife swapping at the Travelodge, it does something astonishing, and this season it is to herald a new era in politics.
Did the Spanish government give any thought to the history of nationalism when they sent police to beat up Catalan voters last Sunday?
You know when you try to recycle but the dump is closed or the bin will take yoghurt pots and not tin cans? That gap between good intention and reality needs a name – let’s call it ‘being Corbyned’.
What to write about – the banality of Boris Johnson, Donald Trump’s speech to the United Nations or the claims over Brexit?
A home for everyone. It sounds like a slogan from the creation of the welfare state, a cry to build a new Britain.
Is Scotland any good at boosting the economy? It’s a question we should ask, as First Minister Nicola Sturgeon has announced a Scottish National Investment Bank (SNIB).
Kezia – a nice person in a terrible job doing OK. Not much of an epitaph but not bad, either.