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.
A suicide note is a mix of the self-serving and the raw truth.
Let us choose to be normal. Not defiant or angry but as we were and as we choose to be – cool and passionate according to our moods, human and humane, sensible and contradictory as ever – while sending our love to Manchester.
If only there were Orange marches in London, we might not be charging into an awful mess.
Sometime in the early 1990s, Scotland’s heroin overdoses passed the 100 mark. The nation was horrified.
With news that the Tories are game-planning indyref2, some nationalists are getting out the tap shoes and preparing to dance on the Union’s grave.
If the European Union grants an extension to Brexit, it looks likely we will have an election.
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.
The General Election is running along familiar lines because the SNP and the Tories are reluctant to talk about what is really at stake – the future of Britain.