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Moles Poem

Moles I must keep a close watch on the mole-hills clustered around the fences of my house. I feel sure there'll come a time when moles will emerge from those surprisingly massive eruptions of earth they've created - and each will be carrying binoculars and waving a flag. And the flags will not be white ones. And the binoculars will… continue reading

Truth cf. ‘Impartiality’

This is being written a few days after Gary Lineker refused to back down. He won’t read these words, but I feel the need to declare here to whoever might be visiting my deep admiration and gratitude for the position Lineker has taken and held, both on a disgraceful and abhorrent government policy (and the motives for, and the framing… continue reading

Here is another of those Rhyme Royal stanzas. Mr Toad of Toad Hall is, of course, a character in Wind in the Willows, that famous Edwardian children’s story by Kenneth Grahame. Any suggestion that Alex Johnson, our disgraced and disgraceful recent Prime Minister, might remind me of Mr Toad, or that this Rhyme Royal recurrence might be the result… continue reading

Putin’s Mind

It is hard to put yourself in Putin’s mind.  But how hard ? Is it impossible ? Maybe not. He looks out at the world and is much concerned with maintaining control and his own footing and security there.  Consequently, he has always been pre-occupied with strengthening and extending borders, creating safe distance between him and Other ; and he… continue reading

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  This poem is another written recently and pretty fast, though some aspects of it have been fermenting for quite a while, I suspect.  But the immediate catalyst was Prime Minister’s Question Time last Wednesday (November 30th). Starmer talked about Winchester College (public school) and the exemption from VAT enjoyed by these long-established playing fields (and citadels) of wealth and privilege.… continue reading

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