Save the planet by cutting down on meat? That’s just a load of bull.
Darling’s economics need adaptability
…if you want to understand the recession, and where Alistair Darling is going wrong, then you need to have a grasp of the essentials of damsonomics. Continue reading Darling’s economics need adaptability
Progress in China
No, I thought as I puffed through the small ornamental park, I couldn’t see one of them behind me. I chugged on past the Gate to the Forbidden City and the warty visage of Chairman Mao, thought to have been responsible for the deaths of up to 70 million people. Continue reading Progress in China
Boris opens new cycling venue
Boris officially opened Redbridge Cycling Centre with its 2km circuit and off road trail on Tuesday, 19 August. The track has been created as a public facility to compensate for the loss of the Eastway Cycle Circuit which is being turned into the VeloPark for Olympics 2012. After thanking all those involved and having a quick race round the track with some children, Boris cheerfully described it as a ‘breathtaking’ facility that all could enjoy. Here’s the video link.
British medals at Beijing Olympics … and 2012?
What on earth has come over our aimless, feckless, hopeless youth?
Shurely shome mishtake, I keep saying to myself. They must have the wrong country. Continue reading British medals at Beijing Olympics … and 2012?
Airports fit for 2012?
To call this service “Third World” is an insult to the many gleaming and efficient airports of developing nations. In their contemptuous indifference to the customer, the airport authorities remind me of the 1970s, and the trades unions of my childhood. Continue reading Airports fit for 2012?
Gordon Brown’s Future
It was late on Sunday night, and like everybody else I was wrestling with the issue of the moment.
Holidays abroad
I consider it my patriotic duty to find a destination as sunny and foreign as possible.
Continue reading Holidays abroadHousing in our age
“Hypocrisy is at the heart of our national character – without the oil of hypocrisy, the machinery of convention would simply explode.”
Continue reading Housing in our ageCentre Court, Wimbledon
It was round about halfway through the second set and things were hotting up on Centre Court when I noticed the mobile starting to flash silently in my breast pocket. Furtively I fished it out. There was no choice. You have to be on call. Even in the throes of the greatest tennis match ever played, you have to be ready to respond to events.
I saw that someone had sent me a text. Was it news of a burst main on the Marylebone Road? Had the police made some breakthrough?
It was my old mucker Steve Norris, and here was the message he had the effrontery to send me. “Shouldn’t you be attending to civic duties,” texted Nozza, “rather than swanning around in the Royal Box at Wimbledon?” Continue reading Centre Court, Wimbledon