The singular achievement of Tony Blair and his new right movement is the convergence of British parliamentary politics into two almost identical factions.
On the Blair battle bus for a day, and what an illuminating experience. So far from pushing protesters forward to create incidents with the Great Helmsman, as alleged by Margaret McDonagh, the Labour Party general secretary, the media are cabin'd, cribb'd and confin'd.
School sure has changed since I pulled up my knee-high navy socks for the last time 16 years ago. Stephen Twigg, the MP who ousted Michael Portillo so gloriously in 1997, gave a Q&A session at his old school in Southgate last week, and I went along to get a taste of the election atmosphere.
The issue of the 13 teenagers, all black, who died in a fire at New Cross, south-east London, 20 years ago, keeps coming back. I have received a third letter from the police, inviting me to their offices to be interviewed.
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Recently, I was visited by canvassers. The friendly face appearing over a clipboard asked of my voting intentions.
Judging by their behaviour, the androids (Tony Booth's phrase, not mine) in Millbank actually believe that Labour could lose the election. Here is the evidence.
''And what do you think of old people?" asked the producer of the live afternoon show on ITV. The four co-presenters, myself included, looked thoughtfully at our hands for a moment and searched for a fitting soundbite that would stagger the audience without offending or annoying anyone.
In making my most recent series for Channel 4, White Tribe, I visited Oldham. I later wrote my New Statesman column (28 June 1999) on the town, expressing how it was very divided along racial lines, "and dangerously so".
My Italian cousin, visiting from Milan, was livid: the Economist was a dirty little rag, she screeched. The Financial Times was a waste of paper.
As George Bush escalates the new cold war begun by his father, the attention of his planners is moving to the Middle East.
The military engagement over China, and the subsequent manoeuvres in Taiwan, have given us some indication of George W Bush's approach to foreign policy. But it is ordinary Trinidadians who have had a direct and frightening taste of it.
The grand old man of Tory politics has pronounced his party dead. BBC News 24's Nick Robinson persuaded Sir Edward Heath to give a valedictory interview after five decades in parliament.
''How much would it take for you to strip, Lauren?" asked Edwina Currie during her Radio 5 chat show, with what she imagined was a wicked sharpness in her voice. I sat and pulled a face at the other end of the phone line before I answered, because the question is getting really tired.
Two political clowns, both members of the Tory party, have been occupying the stage for the past week or so: Lord (John) Taylor of Warwick and John Townend, MP for Yorkshire East. Their speciality is race relations.
After hearing Robin Cook's now infamous "chicken tikka masala" speech, I decided that my definition of hell would be seeing Cook make an acceptance speech for winning the Most Patronising Politician of the Year Award.
More accurate estimates of Tony Blair's cull of backbenchers are starting to emerge, suggesting it will fall short of large-scale slaughter.
Wine was guzzled and everyone at the party after the show was in a mischievous mood. But staggering from group to group (two glasses had done for me), I heard the same questions cropping up over and over again: "Where are they?" "Why isn't one of them here?"
If this country depended on the Commission for Racial Equality and the official political parties for its racial stability, we would be in the midst of the most awful internecine war.
The other day, I attended a conference at the University of Sussex on the "new imperialism". What was extraordinary was that it took place at all.
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Whipped like curs to turn up for votes on the Finance Bill - the only bona fide piece of parliamentary business in this phoney election period - Labour backbenchers have little else to do but gossip about who's up and who's down.
A new study claims that aromatherapy (and by extension complementary medicine in general) has no inherent power to stimulate our mood or to heal us. Unless we want it to, that is.
Let us rid society of genetic defects! As a battle cry, this one seems pretty irresistible. James Watson, the father of DNA science, delivered it in the Independent, where he called for the law on genetic cloning to be changed.
Just 40 years ago, aged 18, I arrived in the UK. I disembarked at Southampton on a cold spring day with the old colonial British passport, free from the rigours of immigration. In those days, there were no national barriers between Trinidad and the UK. We were almost one colonial state.
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Whenever people ask the question "What can direct action actually achieve?", there is an instant answer - "Seattle" - or there has been ever since a mixed group of teamsters, anarchists and people dressed as turtles shut down the World Trade Organisation.
Forget about winning Hastings, this government needs to get into Annabel's nightclub to really be in power.
Throughout the land, Sophie Wessex is being branded a greedy and not very bright girl who "had it coming". But I'm inclined to feel a tiny bit sorry for her, now that she has been forced into purdah.
Meet the Organisation Kid. He is a workaholic, who has scheduled his life in order to squeeze the maximum study, work and exercise out of every single minute.