They Are Us

The men, women and children risking their lives to cross the Channel in small boats are not aliens, invaders, migrants or some other lesser category of human to be dismissed. They are us.

‘Are you saying God is a myth?’ The Archbishop of Westminster

I find it hard to be lectured on sex by a celibate, but then I’m not a Catholic. Isn’t it just possible that everything he does is based on self-deception? That there was no God nagging him on the terraces and his calling was just the fretting of a teenage boy overwhelmed by hormones andContinue reading “‘Are you saying God is a myth?’ The Archbishop of Westminster”

How To Stop The BNP By Morris Dancing

You can’t get more English than a bunch of middle-aged bearded men with bells on their ankles, waving hankies and prancing like their piles are on fire, can you? The way to stop the BNP kidnapping notions of Englishness is by celebrating the new England. The riotous, bawdy, multi-ethnic Englishness evolving before our eyes. A piece forContinue reading “How To Stop The BNP By Morris Dancing”

St George was Johnny Foreigner – so he’s the perfect saint for the English

What has a bloke on a horse with a ruddy big lance got to do with modern England? Isn’t that crusader suit a bit inappropriate these days? And aren’t fire-breathing dragons an endangered species? The story of Saint George and the dragon has long seemed like a barmy old myth, way out of kilter withContinue reading “St George was Johnny Foreigner – so he’s the perfect saint for the English”

Do You Want To Play With My Dalek?

Adults have a deep need to play, but it’s difficult. Go into the forest to play soldiers like you used to and you’ll get arrested (or charged £150 by a paint-balling company). Parents can get down on the floor and make alien noises, under cover of “joining in”, but it’s not the same. If IContinue reading “Do You Want To Play With My Dalek?”