Concentric thoughts on war-makers from an arachnid.
A dictator’s handbook for self-abuse
Tag: peace
Hogging the line
Live and let hibernate.
Your global cube
We’re giving you all a piece of our garden.
Cotton tithes matter
Preston, and scores of other Lancashire towns, prospered exponentially from the first wave of the Industrial Revolution. Their streets were paved with gold (for a few) because their sheets were plied with cotton. The cotton was cheap because the labourers who produced it were not paid. They were purchased. How should we declare our debt and pay our dues?
Brexit stage right
It’s hate Jim, but not as we know it. Some of the vitriol expressed on the morning after the recent UK General Election was a tad gut-wrenching. Social media contributors whose votes had not had the desired effect told their ‘friends’ in no uncertain terms where they should go, what they should do and which … Continue reading Brexit stage right
She ain’t monkey; she’s my mother
When my wife had a significant birthday several years ago, my gift to her was a DNA test. I’m an incorrigible romantic. Seriously, it was what she most wanted. Almost a decade later, she returned the favour and bought me one. It turns out we are related. We’ve got the same mother.
PUSHED
When we remember the fallen we should never forget why they fell Remembrance Day is for all who died in the conflicts of the wars of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. This post is predominantly about the Great War that stopped one hundred years ago today. (Technically the war did not ‘end’ then as an … Continue reading PUSHED
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