I was sat on the Train from Cambridge to Liverpool Street the other day, a journey memorable for two reasons. Firstly for being verbally harassed by an incredibly drunk, and fairly amusing Italian bloke who was gagging for a fag. Secondly for the small town of Broxbourne. A part of the home counties sprawling suburbia… Continue reading Fly the flag
Category: Great Britain
The Royal Family and War Memorials
Every village has a war memorial, the little wrought iron gates next to the church, usually bloated with the hundredth coat of glossy black paint, quietly seals off that almost sacred plot that as a child you never ventured. Somehow the little patch of grass, lists of names and occasional bunch of flowers gave off… Continue reading The Royal Family and War Memorials
No war on Iraq
George Bush Juniors outrageously selfish approach to the Kyoto Treaty was only the start, if you like, just testing the water of political confrontation on an international level before jumping in with blind ignorance. Now it seems we have arrived at that point where his unpleasant small persons syndrome ceases to be just aggravating and… Continue reading No war on Iraq