Web Only: the best of the blogs

The five must-read blogs from today, on bogus jobs stats, abortion and Cameron's gaffe.

1. The Express is wrong: Half of all new jobs have gone to UK citizens

At Left Foot Forward, Nicola Smith and Richard Exell rebut the claim by the Express (based on data from the Spectator) that 98 per cent of new jobs since 1997 have gone to migrant workers. Data shows that UK nationals have taken 50 per cent.

2. Why abortion will be a campaign issue in 2010

With David Cameron's pledge to reduce the abortion limit from 24 weeks to 20 or 22, this issue will be more prominent during the campaign than in any recent election, says Sunder Katwala.

3. Leading Tory gay activist to vote Labour

Over at the Guardian, Simon Jeffery reports that the founder of the LGBTory group plans to vote for Labour in anger at Cameron's refusal to condemn Chris Grayling for his suggestion that B&B owners should "have the right" to turn away gay couples.

4. Tory "efficiency savings" would cancel their school reforms

Liberal Conspiracy's Don Paskini explains why the Tories' "efficiency savings" would destroy their "Swedish schools" plans.

5. David Cameron is right

In a campaign gaffe, the Tory leader rather foolishly told BBC Radio Derby that he preferred Nottingham to Derby. But, argues Hopi Sen, he was right.

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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