John Major said the following this week: “No form of Brexit will remotely match up to the promises made by the Leave Campaign in the referendum: they were vote-gathering fantasies, not serious politics.”
There is something very wrong when a political party can get hours of TV coverage to say nothing but scientists warning us of catastrophic climate change get a minute on the news bulletin.
I have relatives who toasted white supremacists of the US south. The moment occurred decades ago, according to a family tale, a story only recounted once, and in disgust. That it was all a long time ago is the point – we forget our sins.
For a long time the British electorate have yearned for the luxury of three options on Brexit – they’ve had to make do with one.
The unhappiness of young girls is a tragedy and a crisis. We have created a social structure which is unduly tough on adolescents, for no obvious purpose. The young were once under pressure to find work, marry or help the family – as these old economic forces die away, so Scotland should reinvent childhood.
What did illuminated manuscripts ever do for Dundee? This question arises on looking at a colourful medieval book on show at the city’s new V&A, Scotland’s first design museum.
American politics has given us many things. The first opinion polls, the observation that “all politics is local” and the remark “politics is showbusiness for ugly people”. It also gave a name to politics which was so pleasing it was hard to object to: motherhood and apple pie.
The accusations against Alex Salmond will not only damage him, but also his successor. As events turn in their favour, the Nats are at risk of imploding.
This week a Downing Street Communications thumb tweeted a poll showing that while 1.9 million voters had converted from Brexit to Remain, 2.4 million had gone the other way. Robbie Gibb added that talk of a second vote did not help negotiations with Brussels.
It was used toilet paper. The scrap floated past, like seaweed. For the first swim of the holiday, it wasn’t a good start. We are promised paradise, but get partially decayed toilet paper in the salty waters of the Mediterranean.