Thoughts after a funeral.

On the day Lady Thatcher died, people in Dublin spoke to me with worry on their faces, as if I might spontaneously combust or ascend back to my starship. “Here is a man”, they probably thought, “who is upset about the death of someone I thought was a...
Milking this for all it’s worth

Milking this for all it’s worth

Guido provided the blogging constituency with its first scalp, and now it’s time to get laid in. The dreadful attempt to smear members of the Conservative Party in the run up to the next general election has backfired, and the useless bastard at the heart of the...