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In England, we’re not so much sleep-walking as screaming-while-fully-awake into Covid disaster.
This year marks the 300th anniversary of the office of prime minister, so it’s probably about time we asked: is the post fit for purpose?
As senior Republicans stand by, the president is creating the conditions for a shiny new republic of riddles.
I can’t think of a better way of describing the state we’re in than as an increasingly fictional one.
The writer talks Brexit, finding plot holes in the Bible, and staying positive in a depressing world.
Strauss from a student’s window; Bach behind an unattended door – my most memorable experiences of music have often been stumbled upon.
The noise level hasn’t risen above a low gurgle in the background.
I now find the political landscape so alien and awful that it’s hard to match the waves of cynicism it transmits on its own.
Imaginative porntrepreneurs were starting to push the boundaries of what was acceptable, producing increasingly exotic titles such as Orgasms for the Over-Forties and Foreplay for Your Silver Wedding Anniversary.
From Labour's mugs to Cameron's debate dodging, the run up to this election has involved a calculated contempt for openness and honesty.