Billable eggs

Back in the mid-90s, I was looking forward to our firm’s annual Summer bash, to be held at Kensington Roof Gardens: Naturally, something blew up at work. As the clock ticked half past midnight, knee-deep in an urgent interlocutory, I gave up and, in a fit of first world self pity, walked home late toContinueContinue reading “Billable eggs”

The bias that nice people will never admit to

Post college, before I saw sense and headed over to London, I was wasting my hill-farming-background time among golfist lawyer snobs in Belfast. In job interviews with law firms in Belfast, the killer question was always delivered with a smile like Castlereagh: “And do you have any relatives in the profession?” “And fuck you too”,ContinueContinue reading “The bias that nice people will never admit to”

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On my first visit to the US in the last century, I was surprised at how unashamedly polarised the TV news was. If you were right-wing, you could nip down to your basement, pour yourself some Bourbon, and listen to a right-wing TV news channel, and sneer at the libs. Equally, if you were left-wingContinueContinue reading “.”

Brexiters now blame the French for Brexit

One of my favourite songs of all time is this one from 1927, by the very wonderful Blind Willie Johnson (he has a voice which on occasion sounds like he’s spitting up barbed wire, but boy can he sing): https://www.youtube.com/embed/Y_o4omd8T5c Another of Willie’s songs, “Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground” was one ofContinueContinue reading “Brexiters now blame the French for Brexit”

Who runs Boris?

Well, that’s an easy one. The Daily Telegraph runs Boris. In the 1990s, I remember The Daily Telegraph as a serious right wing paper which I often disagreed with. However, in those days, there invariably was a kernel of well-reasoned right-wing content with which one could disagree. Invariably, you’d not be able to dismiss orContinueContinue reading “Who runs Boris?”