Stories to break your heart, from an English country churchyard

We went for a walk this afternoon, after lunch in the Giant’s Rest pub, and happened to pass through a churchyard. There a tombstone caught my eye, and I paused in the misty rain to run my hand over the metal, trace the words and read the story. It broke my heart. It does againContinue reading “Stories to break your heart, from an English country churchyard”

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”

'Required reading' says the Sindie

The Independent on Sunday says: “Moreton’s persuasive portrayal of what [our faith] – and we – evolved into should be required reading for every English man and woman – whatever their creed or colour.” You don’t have to be English of course, but I’m hardly going to argue with someone who also says: “The Cole Moreton revealedContinue reading “'Required reading' says the Sindie”