A Pocket Full of Grumbles

Hug a Squaddie

Funny isn't it. I mean funny in the way that cancers funny or that Josef Fritzl was funny. But isn't it funny that each year at the 11th hour of the 11th day we should be led through a state sponsored minute of remembrance for the dead. I mean a whole minute - are you sure? Pathetic really given that even Danni Minogue occupies more of our collective consciousness and screen time than our politicians choreographed  60 seconds of moist eyed nostalgia for war. Don't get me wrong, it is of cour...

A Day in the life of an Anarcho Socialist

I have often been asked what my politics are but have been reluctant or at least unable to disclose my opinions by route of any popular definition. Actually that is an utter lie. Most who know me will have assumed that I am a lefty liberal green and by virtue of their association with me are either: Lefty liberal greens themselves and therefore far too discreet and sensitive to concern themselves with my politics; Raving Tories who assume that everyone must be a Tory unless of course they happ...