Politics on the Edge

Politics on the Edge

‘David has decided,’ one of his aides explained, when I met him later, ‘that one cannot criticise a war when there are troops on the ground.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Well … we have had that debate. But he feels it is a principle of British government.’ ‘But Churchill criticised the...
To Those Who Follow in Our Wake

To Those Who Follow in Our Wake

I. Truly, I live in dark times! An artless word is foolish. A smooth forehead Points to insensitivity. He who laughs Has not yet received The terrible news. What times are these, in which A conversation about trees is almost a crime For in doing so we maintain our...
Journey To The End Of The Night

Journey To The End Of The Night

At a time when the world is upside down and it’s thought insane to ask why you’re being murdered, it obviously requires no great effort to pass for a lunatic. Of course your act has got to be convincing, but when it comes to keeping out of the big...
What A Carve Up!

What A Carve Up!

And here is Henry, Thomas’s younger brother, already recognized as one of the most ambitious Labour MPs of his generation. Their relationship goes beyond the ordinary ties of blood and extends to a number of common business interests, for Henry has a seat on the board...
A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain

A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain

Open Arms His face turned to me now, and I could not draw a breath. I thought for a moment that my first impression of him had been correct. He was a ghost and this was the moment he would carry me away with him. My breath was gone, never to return. But he did not...