Sunday, September 14, 2025

Gerry Rafferty: Whatever's Written in Your Heart

It's strange how good your memory is for the music of your teenage years. John Hodson posted this on Bluesky in the week and it was instantly familiar to me, yet I don't suppose I've heard it since 1978, when it was an unsuccessful single. Hearing it today, I like its gentleness and gospel colouring.

Gerry Rafferty had a remarkable career. He was in a folk duo with Billy Connolly - The Humblebums - that once supported Fotheringay at the Royal Festival Hall alongside Nick Drake. He was the lead singer of Stealers Wheel, whose 1973 hit Stuck in the Middle With You became famous all over again when it was used in Reservoir Dogs. (I have a post on here about the bass player on that record.)

And he was a solo artist, whose single Baker Street made no. 3 in the UK singles chart in 1978 and did one better in the US.

There's an unusually comprehensive Wikipedia entry for Gerry Rafferty, who died in 2011.

Lord Bonkers' Diary: Streets given over to foxes and feral cats

Bertie Wooster refers to the Shakespeare's "fretful porpentine" at one one point: "Odd that he should have said porpentine when he meant porcupine. Slip of the tongue, no doubt, as so often happens with ghosts." But then, with the use of abbreviations like F&F and WBOs, this column has been owing more to Wodehouse lately.

The key is to steal from lots of different writers. Then you become original.

Wednesday

Westminster in high summer is strangely deserted – the irony is that I normally have to dodge F&F when here, but today I’ve come to the House to be sure of avoiding them. The Whitehall mandarins have left for Tuscany or the grouse moors, and the only politico you see is the odd junior minister who’s been naughty and made to stay behind. Otherwise, I find the streets given over to foxes and  feral cats.

As a result, when I chance upon a Labour peer we clap each other heartily upon the back and make a beeline for one of my clubs. Said peer then unfolds a tale that makes my each particular hair to stand on end like quills upon the fretful porpentine. (A good line that: I got it from our own Manuela Perteghella.) 

It seems the prime minister was locked in a store cupboard in No. 10 for the best part of a fortnight and had to survive on luxury biscuits and those boiled sweets they have at meetings with flipcharts. “Whatever did you people do?” I ask. “That’s the worrying thing,” replies my companion. “No one noticed for the first ten days.”

Lord Bonkers was Liberal MP for Rutland South West, 1906-10.

Earlier this week

Saturday, September 13, 2025

My first night in Shropshire was at a farm with a very Welsh name


I've long believed that the first night I spent in Shropshire was at the Sun Inn, Clun, in 1987.

Reader (suspiciously): This isn't going to be about Snailbeach is it?

No. If you'll let me finish...

That summer I walked part of the Offa's Dyke Path. It was my first attempt at such a holiday, so I didn't realise the importance of walking every day, and I took a weekend out for the bookshops of Hay-on-Wye and another day to travel from Knighton to Llanelli and back on what they now call the Heart of Wales Line.

On the way back, I got out at Knucklas, the station before Knighton, and found bed and breakfast at a nearby farm called Monaughty Poeth.

The River Teme forms the border between England and Wales for a stretch here – or rather its course as it was in 1542 does. The Teme must have been lapping at the farm's walls if they stood in the 16th century, but Monaughty Poeth is clearly just over the border in England and, more importantly, Shropshire.

You can see the farm in the photo above and, thanks to the wonders of the net, I can send you to a lovely obituary of the lady who must have cooked my breakfast the next morning:

Joce and Jim moved from their home at Brackenway down to the main farm at Monaughty Poeth in 1982, where Joce became the perfect farmer's wife as well as doing Bed and Breakfast, belonging to the South Shropshire group.

The Joy of Six 1409

Dominic Bryan, who has researched the politics of flags in Northern Ireland for decades, sets out what England needs to understand: "We’ve heard predictable claims that the flags are just a display of pride in a British or English identity. This is an easy claim to make as it clearly is, in part, to do with nationalistic pride. The point is that they are being hung in particular places, by particular groups of people and in a particular way that clearly links them to the ongoing debates and hostility to migration."

"Not only have reports of McSweeney’s political genius become as rare as hen’s teeth, but many Labour MPs are coming to the realisation that any recovery for this Government is now wholly dependent on his removal from Number 10." Adam Bienkov on Morgan McSweeney's reverse Midas touch.

Natalie Bennett makes the case for a national play strategy for England: "The sell-off of playing fields and closure of swimming pools is well-documented, but less noticed is the way in which informal play spaces and child-friendly public spaces are often overlooked or treated as expendable; many communities just don’t have accessible, safe places for play." 

"In 1995, after a local school had been destroyed in an arson attack, the MP Roy Hattersley (a former chair of Sheffield’s Housing Committee in the sixties) dubbed the Manor Estate 'the worst estate in Britain' – quite a comedown for an estate which had once been one of Sheffield’s showpieces. The truth, as ever, was more complex but the reality of decline on the now troubled estate was undeniable." Some fascinating social history from Municipal Dreams.

"Sid isn’t simply passable in these films from the 40s – he’s already very, very good. Critic Barry Norman summed up what made him so convincing. 'He never appeared to be acting,’ he noted. ‘And to act without appearing to be acting is an enormous skill.'" Hammer reminds us that Sid James was a tremendous actor long before the Carry On films claimed him.

Bobby Seal remembers Ron Chesterman, an original member of The Strawbs who later became county archivist for Cheshire.

Lord Bonkers' Diary: "He spelt his name with an omelette"

I don't know on what evidence Lord Bonkers bases his view of Tim Farron's ambitions for St Asquith's, but he's quite insistent on the subject. He once added that he had no wish to kiss the person next to him, "unless it's Alan Beith, of course".

Tuesday

Calling by my Home for WBOs earlier today, I heard Matron tell a boy that if he didn’t eat his cabbage he would “end up like Lembit Öpik”. I suspected it was rot, but just to be on the safe side I asked Cook to be sure to serve cabbage this evening. When I explained my reasons, she sniffed and said: “I never cared for that young man. It was something to do with the way he spelt his name with an omelette.”

Cook worked her usual magic, and dinner – cabbage and all – was delicious. Afterwards I watched a news report about a church being trundled several miles across a Swedish city on a sort of giant roller skate. It occurs to me that if Farron ever gets his way at St Asquith’s – he wants to rip out the pews and have us all sing “Shine, Jesus, Shine” – I can use a similar contraption to move the old place a safe distance from the Hall. I just hope the Revd Hughes remains Sound on such matters.

Lord Bonkers was Liberal MP for Rutland South West, 1906-10.

Earlier this week

Mark Kermode on Spinal Tap II: The End Continues

Not as bad as you feared: not as good as you hoped.

Friday, September 12, 2025

Keir Starmer didn't speak to the junior ministers he sacked

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My impression that Keir Starmer possesses vanishingly few of the qualities required of a good prime minister is reinforced by a story from this afternoon's Politico Cheat Sheet:

Scoop Scoop – not helping matters:

Playbook PM has picked up anger among the ex-junior ministers sacked in the reshuffle that Starmer did not wield the knife himself. Tony Blair, David Cameron and Boris Johnson are all said to have sacked ministers themselves, in person wherever possible or on the phone if needed. But Starmer left the task to his new Chief Whip Jonathan Reynolds and his new minister for making-shit-happen Darren Jones. One of those dumped said it showed “poor people management” from Starmer.

Not all gossip is true, of course – I have it on good authority that the PopBitch story the other week about the staff of a Cotswold pub refusing to serve JD Vance was hooey – but Politico is highly rated as a source.

Thanks to Tom King for flagging this up.

Lord Bonkers' Diary: Dallas and its notorious School Book Suppository

And so a new week at Bonkers Hall begins. A few months ago, the old boy was on the roof of St Asquith's in case Kemi Badenoch turned up: this time we find him on the roof of the Hall itself. And he's no happier about Freddie and Fiona's weekend cottage on his estate.

Monday

You will rarely hear me defend Donald Trump. As far as I’m concerned, the sooner he visits Dallas and its notorious School Book Suppository the better. Nevertheless, I declined to join the Dutch concert of ridicule that greeted his appearance on the roof of the White House the other day, for I am often to be found on the roof of Bonkers Hall myself. 

Up here, I can keep an eye out for Well-Behaved Orphans trying to scale the wall, make sure Meadowcroft is not slacking and scan the horizon in case the Duke of Rutland is up to his old tricks. This afternoon I’m enjoying the sight of muckspreading taking place on the fields next to Freddie and Fiona’s weekend cottage. 

You may say this is unseasonal, but I’m told the pair were talking in the Bonkers Arms the other evening of taking a ”cheeky midweek break”, so it seems exceedingly well timed to me.

Lord Bonkers was Liberal MP for Rutland South West, 1906-10.

Thursday, September 11, 2025

The Joy of Six 1408

Helen Charman dissects the claims of the flag-bearing demonstrators. "One slogan used to promote the hotel protests on social media, often emblazoned over a Union Jack or St George's Cross, is 'Safety of Women and Children before Foreigners'. There is a clear distinction being made here between British women and children and 'foreign' women and children. The category of the vulnerable always already excludes the marginalised group being targeted."

All good Liberals know the tale of Harry Willcock – "I am a Liberal, and I am against this sort of thing" – and his part in the abolition of national identity cards after the war, but there was another hero in his court case. It was the unexpected figure of the ferocious Lord Chief Justice, Lord Goddard. Neil Hickman explains.

"For over three years, the people of the UK have opened their homes to Ukrainian families and welcomed them into our communities. Offering them safety in the face of Russia’s indiscriminate shelling of cities and the illegal occupation of Ukrainian territory. However, at no point over these three years has our government provided Ukrainian families with certainty or stability." Rowan More looks ahead to a debate at the Liberal Democrat Conference.

Finlay McLaren finds that the chief effect of podcasting has been to give more publicity to people who were already famous.

James Wright suggests commercial interests may encourage the spreading of unverified stories and pseudo-archaeology connected to ancient buildings.

"Old Nick was so enraged he laid an everlasting curse upon them, and hence it was said that after Michaelmas Day, any blackberries on the bushes now belonged to the Devil Himself and it was most unwise to pick them." Jim Moon knows why you shouldn't pick blackberries after Michaelmas.

The Housemartins: Me and the Farmer

Having chosen Love on a Farmboy's Wages, I thought I would go for another classic of Eighties agricultural pop.

There was always something tremendously likeable about The Housemartins.

BOOK REVIEW Liberalism by Jonathan Parry

This review appears in the latest Liberator (issue 431), which can be downloaded free of charge from the magazine's website.

Liberalism

Jonathan Parry

Agenda Publishing (2025), £19.99

In this short book, written as part of a series that promises “incisive and provocative introductions to topics, ideas and events for students wanting to know more about how we got where we are today”, Jonathan Parry provides a history of the Liberal Party and the Liberal Democrats and makes you think again about the relation between political philosophy and political practice.

The first three chapters deal with the years 1830 to 1914 – the Liberal Party’s era as a party of government – and do so thematically rather than chronologically. In the first of these, Parry discusses the widening of the franchise, the taming of the House of Lords and the intermittent Liberal enthusiasm for proportional representation.

Asquith’s battles with the Lords will be familiar to all, but the Liberal attitude to the widening of the franchise was more ambivalent than you might imagine. The Liberal Party, Parry argues, was forged in the struggle for parliamentary reform, but that was not the same thing as democratic reform. 

So the Reform Act of 1832 swept away many of the abuses of the old system – notably 143 rotten boroughs, which effectively allowed seats in the Commons to be bought – but it was not born out of zeal for any abstract principle of democracy. Rather, it was intended to make sure the Commons did its job of representing the country’s various interests and allowing the peaceful expression of grievances.

Many 19th-century Liberals had their doubts about democracy. John Stuart Mill, for instance, hedged his support for the democratic principle in his Representative Government with all sorts of conditions that would ensure educated opinion was well represented in any elected chamber. Among these conditions was the introduction of proportional representation to ensure that minority points of view were heard.

But other tendencies within the Liberal Party did not share these patrician fears, so no legislation to change the voting system appeared. Nor did it under Asquith, when the rise of the Labour Party and the consequent inevitably of three-cornered contests led Liberals to explore the virtues of the Alternative Vote.

Parry’s second chapter on Liberal history before 1914 deals with the development of the Liberal attitude towards the state. Gladstonian retrenchment had great appeal earlier in the 19th century when the party was busy attacking the corrupt old city corporations. When these were replaced by elected local councils, school boards and health boards, then the good that government, national and local, might do became of increasing interest to the party. The growth of the Empire also brought with it irresistible pressure for more spending.

The third of these chapters looks at Liberal moves towards a pluralist society, notably in religion, where the party became the champions of Nonconformists in their disputes with the power of the Established church and a supporter of Catholic emancipation, both in Britain and Ireland. Parry notes that support for Home Rule changed the social basis of the Liberal Party, with most of its members from the landowning classes becoming Liberal Unionists.

Parry’s final two chapters cover the Liberal Party’s long years in the wilderness as it tried to survive as a centre party in a two-party system – and that in an era when politics was principally about economics and the struggle between capital and Labour. There were interesting Liberal economic ideas – the party was putting forward Keynesian policies on the need for public works while Asquith was still leader, and Elliott Dodds’s advocacy of an idiosyncratic blend of Distributism and private enterprise was influential after World War II – but no single one that voters identified with the party.

The Alliance years are passed over quickly, which is surely fair, as social democracy never did cohere as a force or a philosophy outside the Labour Party. The two most prominent former SDP members of the new Liberal Democrats, Charles Kennedy and Robert Maclennan, were already pretty much Liberals by the time the parties merged.

Nor did The Orange Book have much discernible long-term effect on the party. Its reputation was always a triumph of marketing over content, as it wasn’t the bracing call for an end to “nanny state” interventionism its adherents sometimes pretended. The chapter on social policy was thoroughly Blairite, born from middle-class impatience with the lower orders and the way they brought up their children. If only they were better raised, the authors reasoned, there would be less need for public spending on them in later life and taxes could be cut.

And maybe we have always worried too much about economic policy. Today’s Liberal Democrats have little to say on the subject, but that didn’t stop us electing 72 MPs last year.

Finally. Parry looks at the agenda that the Liberal Democrats have made their own: devolution, civil rights and Europe. Much of it has been party policy since the Grimond years – our early support for British membership of the European Economic Community, in particular, was seen as proof of our farsightedness and proof that, despite all the humiliations of life as a third party, history was on our side. This, I think, explains the reluctance, noted by Parry, of Liberal Democrats to criticise the EU in the years before the referendum.

I enjoyed this breezy and unusually accurate history of the Liberal Party and the Liberal Democrats, but what I will remember most from Liberalism is Parry’s discussion of the relationship between a party’s philosophy and its practice.

There is a temptation – I have been guilty of this myself – to turn to works by John Stuart Mill or L.T. Hobhouse or Jo Grimond in search of an expression of Liberal philosophy that will tell us what the party should be saying today. But this is to put the philosophical cart before the horse of practice.

Parry has no truck with this view:

This book claims that Liberal leaders such as Lord John Russell, William Gladstone, David Lloyd George, Jo Grimond and Paddy Ashdown are better guides to political Liberalism than theoretical writers such as J.S. Mill or T.H. Green. It argues that politics has its own rationale, and that politicians take up bodies of ideas for specific purposes, rather than allowing works of theory to set their policy agendas for them.

This is surely right, as is his reminder that:

Hundreds of Victorian Liberal pundits made interesting and rich contributions to national political debate. We know much more about these than was once the case, so there is no longer any excuse for elevating Mill or Green into a small elite of Liberal “thinkers” who have had a transcendental impact on the party’s definition.

And when we do read the works of this elite, we are likely to misunderstand what they were about:

Liberal intellectuals such as Green, or later L.T. Hobhouse, described the aim of Liberalism as the socialisation of individuals into civil society without the intervention of a heavy-handed state that would suppress the energy and self-control that was the essence of their individuality. These writings sound more utopian and radical than they were. They were elegant ways of describing social arrangements that were increasingly visible in many towns by the end of the century.

And if that is not enough iconoclasm for you, here is Parry on Mill:

On Liberty was not intended as a political party bible but as a contribution to general educated discourse. It was also intended to be provocative. Mill knew that most Victorians would not agree with his underlying assumptions. Most educated Victorians did not see orthodox religion as a restrictive cultural force. On the contrary many of them viewed the issue of liberty through a religious lens. Individual responsibility was responsibility and accountability before God.

Again this is surely right. Gladstone, for one, certainly took this view of liberty.

I shall add Parry’s Liberalism to my shelf of very good short books alongside Bryan Magee’s ones on Karl Popper and Richard Wagner and James Hawes’s “shortest histories” of England and Germany.

Jonathan Calder

Steffan Aquarone is the new chair of the Lib Dem parliamentary party – read what it means in Liberator's Radical Bulletin

The new Liberator (issue 431) has dropped: you can download it for free from the magazine's website.

Don't tell Lord Bonkers, but I always turn first to Radical Bulletin, Liberator's well-informed gossip section. The first item begins:
Steff Aquarone has won a resounding victory for parliamentary party chair in a shot across Ed Davey’s bow. 
The North Norfolk MP beat Frome’s Anna Sabine by 44 to 27. The latter had tried not to be portrayed as the establishment candidate but as Davey’s parliamentary private secretary that was hard to sustain.
The item goes on to suggest that:
Aquarone’s 44 votes is enough to have some front benchers among it, suggesting dissatisfaction including with the Daveybunker’s power runs deeper than might have been thought.

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

The railway from Dingwall to Kyle of Lochalsh in 1974

Another gem from BBC Archive, which is well worth subscribing to on YouTube. 

Derek Cooper and his wonderful BBC voice travel the 63 miles from Dingwall to Kyle of Lochalsh by train. Cooper meets some of the people who live and work along the route.

This is a clip from a programme screened in 1974, when the future of the line was in doubt. Happily, it's still open today.

I've taken the train to Mallaig and to Wick and Thurso, but not yet been on this line.

Defections from Reform in the North East of England

It's not all one-way traffic as far as Reform UK are concerned.

Jonathan Wallace writes on his blog:

Two of Reform's constituency chairmen in Gateshead constituencies have defected to Advance, the party that split from Reform and was created in the image of its founder Ben Habib.

According to an Advance news release, Damien Heslop, who was Reform's candidate in Gateshead Central and Whickham, as well as chair of Reform's constituency branch, has defected to Advance. He was the only Reform candidate in the local elections last year in Gateshead.

And in neighbouring Jarrow and Gateshead East constituency, the chairman Paul Milburn has upped sticks and defected to Advance as well.

So it's bye-bye Reform and hello Advance for Mr Heslop and Mr Milburn. They are not alone. The news release also lists three other Reform constituency chairmen in the North East who have jumped ship: Stephen Holt (South Shields), Gordon Fletcher (Cramlington and Killingworth) and Sam Woods-Brass (Houghton and Sunderland South).

Advance UK is a far-right party led by Ben Habib, who was deputy leader of Reform before he fell out with Nigel Farage – which everyone seems to do sooner or later.

As Jonathan says, its launch, or perhaps relaunch, is taking place somewhere in Newcastle on 27 September.

The Joy of Six 1407

"The puzzle for me is what drives Labour politicians (and some others) around the ID card loop? What is the enduring appeal of ID cards that always survives facts and logic? Paul Krugman talks about ‘zombie ideas’, ideas that keeping coming back to life no matter how many times they are apparently killed off by reason and experience, such as the idea that the path to national prosperity is taxing the rich less. For New Labour, with Tony Blair still out ahead, ID cards are a beloved zombie." David Howarth on Labour's fixation with the idea of a national identity card.

Tim Leunig argues that Angela Rayner's problems with Stamp Duty shows that our taxation system is too complex: "When Angela Rayner bought her flat in Hove she owned no other house, in full or in part. It seems to me that the government’s own website is clear that Rayner was not liable for the higher rate of stamp duty. None of the further information on that page suggests anything different."

"A student can easily feed a PDF of the assigned book chapter to their AI application of choice and pass off the bot’s lukewarm analysis as their own; construct a study guide by uploading their notes to an AI tool marketed on LinkedIn by their peers; and even generate plausible rebuttals to arguments posed in discussion sections – all without arousing any suspicion from their overworked teaching assistants." Maria Gomberg on AI in American universities.

Marc Morris asks if William I's "Harrowing of the North" should be regarded as genocide.

"The best comedy does not 'feed prejudice and fear' but rather makes them 'clearer to see' he tells his students. But this view is challenged by talent scout Challenor, a smarmy agent up from London who takes a very different line. Comics are 'servants to the audience', not ‘missionaries’ but ‘suppliers of laughter’.  And in those two opposing views, we have the central tension of the play." Gerard Clough marks the 50th anniversary of Trevor Griffiths' play Comedians.

Gardens, Heritage and Planning visits the lost village of Imber on Salisbury Plain.

Tuesday, September 09, 2025

A ley line quest in Shropshire takes us to Caus Castle


Ley lines? An old Guardian article explains:
On 30 June 1920, a respected businessman and photographer was visiting the Herefordshire village of Blackwardine, the site of a Roman settlement with the distinctly Celtic name of Black Caer Dun. He noticed that a straight line on the map he was carrying passed through a number of local landmarks: a croft, a hilltop, the site of a Roman camp, a straight stretch of lane. Taking his map to the top of the hill, he observed that other similar alignments lay all around him. 
The man was Alfred Watkins, and the observation led initially to a lecture he delivered to the Woolhope Naturalists’ Field Club in Hereford the following September, on the subject of what he had come to call ley lines, a network of straight alignments taking in cairns, standing stones (many of which had been converted to village crosses), mounds, camps, castles, ancient church sites, prominent stands of trees, hilltops and other high places. 
Watkins believed his ley lines were ancient trackways, but he never convinced professional archaeologists that his work was of any value. So it was rarely thought of after his death in 1935. But in 1969 it was taken up by the counter culture, particularly John Michell in his The View Over Atlantis.

Michell transformed the lines, as the Guardian says, into "a sort of mystical national grid, lines of so-called earth energy linking the great religious sites of prehistoric Britain". This did nothing to impress another generation of archaeologists, but it did make the concept popular again for a while.

I suppose the killer question for a sceptic to ask is whether ancient sites lie along straight lines any more than you would expect from a random scatter of points on a map.

All that admitted, as this video says, following a supposed ley line - this one just happens to be in Shropshire - is a great way of exploring the countryside. It reminds me of John Rogers' walks following the course of lost London rivers and what he says about them taking him to parts of the city he wouldn't otherwise visit.

Harry Hawkins heaven on YouTube


This is a plug for the British Detective Series Of The 50's / 60's / 70's YouTube channel. It has Maigret, Z Cars and Gideon's Way. Above all, it has lots of Softly Softly. It's Harry Hawkins heaven.

It even has episodes of Softly Softly from the pre Task Force days. When I listen to the theme music for those, I am a little boy in bed wishing I could stay up to watch it.

Not everyone saw Harry Hawkins as a hero. Here's Clive James writing in North Face of Soho about his days as a television critic:

My first breakthrough came when I realized that the most fascinating thing about the supposedly realistic police series Softly, Softly was the unreal frequency with which the powerfully built Inspector Harry Hawkins (played by Norman Bowler) opened and closed doors. 
In any given episode, he would open or close every door in the police station. Sometimes he would open and close the same door in rapid succession. He would leave the room just so that he could open the door, close it behind him, open it again, and come back in. He gritted his powerfully built teeth while opening and closing doors, as if opening and closing doors were a feat not just of physical strength, but of mental concentration. 
I wrote all this down in my column, giving him the nickname Harry the Hawk.

Now read Kingsley Amis wrote an episode of Softly Softly: Task Force and it was about his relationship with his son Martin.

Monday, September 08, 2025

How far is the Lib Dems' lack of media coverage our own fault?



Over on Liberal Democrat Voice Leicestershire's own Mathew Hulbert asks how we Liberal Democrats can improve our media coverage.

In this post, he quotes a former lobby correspondent who suggests it is not all down to media bias. 

Ian Silvera says (among other things):

Spoke to upwards of 10 lobby journalists at the Reform Conference. Sounds like Lib Dems have a media crisis.

Overriding sentiment is that hacks and editors think Lib Dem Conf will be a waste of time, the party isn’t engaging on the big issues and it’s not as reactive as it used to be.

The sentiment seems to be one of frustration from political journalists, claiming that they would often get lots of incoming from the Lib Dems for media team in the past around opportunistic events and they felt this type of engagement has dropped off somewhat.

Some left-leaning media have criticised UK journalism’s embrace of Reform, but the party has put great effort and resource into its Monday press briefings during the Summer, while the Lib Dems haven’t offered them anything similar.

Perhaps the time has come to think about moving on from our strategy of treating national politics as a collection of by-elections? 

Three bullet points and a reminder that Labour can't win here don't constitute a programme for government. And this approach may also explain why we seem to be abstaining on a surprising number of issues.

Charles Dickens' early career as a parliamentary reporter

I found this video, Dickens in Parliament, via an article about the reporters’ gallery in the 19th-century House of Commons by Kathryn Rix.

It reminds us that the Palace of Westminster the young Dickens knew was largely destroyed by fire in 1834, and that he was reporting the proceedings of the Commons in the days of the Reform Act.

And I like the picture of Dan Jarvis reading Dickens while on active service in Afghanistan.

The Joy of Six 1406

James Ball argues that the tech bros have outsourced social media moderation to British police forces – not surprisingly, they're terrible at it: "It shouldn’t become normal that the police get involved in social media disputes. They have better things to do, and it’s bad for freedom of expression – even if people aren’t actually being sent to the gulags, self-censorship based on fear is real and a problem. We should be trying to tackle this. And that means looking why it’s happening."

"I can understand why he took the job. I can understand why he left Meta after Donald Trump was elected. What I can’t understand is why he has written this book." Naomi Alderman reviews books by Nick Clegg and Tim Berners-Lee,

James Graham promises us a "defence of Liberalism".

Scarlet Cassock takes us behind the scenes of the scandal at Bangor Cathedral: "Many of us in the choir were, admittedly, recipients of their largesse and generosity, albeit with varying degrees of discomfort. They were always very clear that we relied upon their protection in order to maintain our position here, a claim made more tangible by the withholding of contracts of employment, agreed budgets and other types of paperwork."

"The concrete structures were built between 1900 and 1910, but Clee Hill was thriving with industrial activity long before then. Iron, coal, clay and limestone have all been mined here, but these crushers were built for the "Dhu Stone", a dolerite named after the Welsh word for Black. Demand for Dhu Stone dropped in the 1960s, and the quarry dwindled, but back in 1900 more than two thousand people were employed here." Shrewsbury From Where You Are Not takes us to the extraordinary post-industrial landscape of Titterstone Clee.

"Larkin’s prose is glorious, equally impressive in its portrayal of the nostalgic atmosphere of a bucolic English summer and its evocation of the bitterness of an unforgiving winter. Larkin is particularly strong when it comes to capturing life in an English town during wartime, an environment where people find themselves in rather diminished circumstances." JacquiWine reads A Girl in Winter by Philip Larkin.