When the largest march in living memory barely makes the news, it’s time to wonder what matters in politics.
The reopened Cluanie Inn has a Bombay cheese toastie on the menu. The chef is from India, as is the owner. The famous tourist stopover and mountaineers’ inn is in new hands, part of the boom in the hotel business across Scotland.
Where to start? Where will it all end?
This is a column about trees and deer – it doesn’t end well for Bambi.
Labour will surely lose any general election, and Tory prospects are a gamble, but there is a general agreement the SNP will triumph.
Much as weather forecasts are often about things getting hotter than ever, so political news seems to break records in heated lunacy.
The elastic of British politics is pulled and is about to snap painfully back into the nation. We could be voting before October 31 – snap enough?
Dear Jeremy Corbyn,
Bojo’s tour of the provinces could have gone worse – possibly. He offered a bribe to Edinburgh, Cardiff and Belfast so small (£300 million between them) that it barely registered. Where leaders sought clarity on No Deal, he offered bluster.
Boris Johnson once said a column consisted of a few jokes and paradox. If the joke is Boris, then the paradox is that by achieving high office, he diminishes it.