No Laughing Matter
I never was a great fan of John Cleese, his style of humour being a bit too manic for my liking, but I have to hand it to the old boy for stirring up a hornets nest a few days ago. You’ll remember the enormous stink that ensued when he said that London was “no longer an English city.” He has inevitably been accused of racism by the usual suspects including Piers Morgan and someone…
Things Past, Things To Come
With the centenary of the end of the First World War upon us, I found myself the other day contemplating (not for the first time) the War Memorial in a small town in the south of England not far from my home. There they were, the lost boys, row upon row upon row of good English names – and a sprinkling of Irish, Scots and Welsh to keep them company. What did they think they…