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The five must-read posts from today, on Lord Ashcroft, motherhood and a Tory shoot 'em up game.

1. Osborne, Geithner and losing the public

Recent reports suggest that Kenneth Clarke is to replace George Osborne as the main face of Tory economic policy. Paul Waugh suggests that Osborne look across the Atlantic for solace.

2. So who's really playing politics with the Ashcroft peerage inquiry?

Sunder Katwala looks at the issues raised by the refusal of three Tory MPs to participate in the inquiry into Michael Ashcroft's tax affairs. Will MPs always argue that a committee is "partisan" when the outcome could be inconvenient?

3. Make politics fit women's lives, not vice versa

Life as an MP and motherhood are incompatible. Over at Liberal Democrat Voice, Dinti Batstone, vice-chair of the Campaign for Gender Balance, outlines ways of remedying this.

4. I have delivered and I'm not done yet, the minister who is doing the most to reform Britain's constitution replies to John Jackson

The minister of state for justice, Michael Wills, defends his record on constitutional reform over at openDemocracy.

5. Gordon Brown stars in hilarious Tory shoot 'em up computer game!

Looking for something to while away your Friday afternoon? Political Scrapbook blogs on a great new product from Political Gaming -- called Gordon's Revenge.

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For the first time in my life I have a sworn enemy – and I don’t even know her name

The cyclist, though, was enraged. “THAT’S CLEVER, ISN’T IT?” she yelled. “WALKING IN THE ROAD!”

Last month, I made an enemy. I do not say this lightly, and I certainly don’t say it with pride, as a more aggressive male might. Throughout my life I have avoided confrontation with a scrupulousness that an unkind observer would call out-and-out cowardice. A waiter could bring the wrong order, cold and crawling with maggots, and in response to “How is everything?” I’d still manage a grin and a “lovely, thanks”.

On the Underground, I’m so wary of being a bad citizen that I often give up my seat to people who aren’t pregnant, aren’t significantly older than me, and in some cases are far better equipped to stand than I am. If there’s one thing I am not, it’s any sort of provocateur. And yet now this: a feud.

And I don’t even know my enemy’s name.

She was on a bike when I accidentally entered her life. I was pushing a buggy and I wandered – rashly, in her view – into her path. There’s little doubt that I was to blame: walking on the road while in charge of a minor is not something encouraged by the Highway Code. In my defence, it was a quiet, suburban street; the cyclist was the only vehicle of any kind; and I was half a street’s length away from physically colliding with her. It was the misjudgment of a sleep-deprived parent rather than an act of malice.

The cyclist, though, was enraged. “THAT’S CLEVER, ISN’T IT?” she yelled. “WALKING IN THE ROAD!”

I was stung by what someone on The Apprentice might refer to as her negative feedback, and walked on with a redoubled sense of the parental inadequacy that is my default state even at the best of times.

A sad little incident, but a one-off, you would think. Only a week later, though, I was walking in a different part of town, this time without the toddler and engrossed in my phone. Again, I accept my culpability in crossing the road without paying due attention; again, I have to point out that it was only a “close shave” in the sense that meteorites are sometimes reported to have “narrowly missed crashing into the Earth” by 50,000 miles. It might have merited, at worst, a reproving ting of the bell. Instead came a familiar voice. “IT’S YOU AGAIN!” she yelled, wrathfully.

This time the shock brought a retort out of me, probably the harshest thing I have ever shouted at a stranger: “WHY ARE YOU SO UNPLEASANT?”

None of this is X-rated stuff, but it adds up to what I can only call a vendetta – something I never expected to pick up on the way to Waitrose. So I am writing this, as much as anything, in the spirit of rapprochement. I really believe that our third meeting, whenever it comes, can be a much happier affair. People can change. Who knows: maybe I’ll even be walking on the pavement

Mark Watson is a stand-up comedian and novelist. His most recent book, Crap at the Environment, follows his own efforts to halve his carbon footprint over one year.

This article first appeared in the 20 October 2016 issue of the New Statesman, Brothers in blood