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The welfare state is increasingly under attack from across the political and socio-economic spectrum. Mainstream media and ‘populist’ politicians appeal to sensationalist viewpoints in order to condemn the welfare state as outdated and unjust. George Osborne even went so far … Continue reading
The pan gleams in starch-steam, the water is drained, and there lie tuber-pearls: soft and hot. I invoke an heirloom, grab the wooden masher, and mash: in my hand the grain curves to the heat-splits of the handle. The white, … Continue reading
Bend the head 35º left and 50 down to hear the crack of bone on bone, a tendon-pop or cartilage-rub. Find with blind fingers the point between sharp, curved blades where the joints sigh on contact. Run down the spine, … Continue reading
As a member of the so-called ‘cyber generation’, computers and mobile phones have long been a staple of my environment, and my education. Although social networking and new communicative technologies can be useful – we saw social media broadcasting blossom … Continue reading
Boxers on back-to-front, empties its lungs in Neanderthal grunt. Primordial limbs thrash in laboured protest, legs heave and squirm, before reluctant rest. Eyes are itchy, needs a wee: teenage boy, exhibit number three. Metabolises oxygen, expels CO2 Beats the alarm … Continue reading
It is a sodden autumn Saturday in rainy Durham and I am sitting in a regal-looking mahogany chamber in the Town Hall with BBC News political editor Nick Robinson, who is here to discuss his new book, Live from Downing Street. It … Continue reading
I have passed the point of no return. The ‘quiet please: examination in progress’ sign lies far behind me, along the corridor, standing there in bright red, laminated splendour, blu-tacked to a rickety flipchart and exuding fear. It seems designed … Continue reading
Think of the Diamond Jubilee and what do you imagine? National unity? Proud tradition? Well think again. Multitudes of crazed plebs will gather on the banks of some far-off river, desperate to pay homage to an eighty-odd-year-old woman and her … Continue reading
The jaded flesh, Scarred by decay, Gnawing at itself with primitive greed: Metallic skin, Stained by avarice. Caustic blood corroding her shrivelled heart. The ferrous witch, Draped in blue, Opulent pearls coiled around her withered neck; Black gold crumbling in … Continue reading