Ascot Made Me Do It: Flags, Fools, and More Than a Flicker of Pride

My opinion on the royal family may not receive applause in all British households, but I’ve come to think they’re an outdated, unnecessary institution. The older I get, the more republican I become. They’re a dysfunctional family – elevated to a level of deference that more than irks me. That’s not to say I haven’t … Read more

Adios Bracknell (Again): False Teeth, Harry Potter & The Sunset Exit (part 3 of 3)

The last leg of my walk was a greatest hits album of Bracknell absurdity: burglars with bin bags, missing false teeth, Harry Potter film sets, and a showdown with a bloke known as “Half a Thumb.” But tucked between the madness were the moments that mattered — the ones that stitched my life together. One … Read more

Adios Bracknell (Again): Robbers, Hopscotch & Things That Go Crunch in the Night (part 2 of 3)

If Part One was the warm up lap, this is where the memories start sprinting. Bracknell in the 80s wasn’t just a place — it was a full contact sport. Robberies, dodgy motors, youth clubs, blasting The Specials, and me trying to look competent in a Vauxhall Chevette that handled like a shopping trolley with … Read more

Dear Farage apologists…

There’s a particular kind of moral contortionism doing laps on my social media feed — a sort of ideological Pilates where people bend themselves into shapes the human spine was never designed for. Anything, it seems, to avoid confronting the central, unavoidable truth: That Nigel Farage’s rhetoric preceded — and in my view helped inflame … Read more

Britain’s Slow‑Motion Collapse — And the Way Out

I asked AI, “what was the chief reason for the UK imploding in terms of its economy, standing in the world and happiness of the people?” The bottom line: a catastrophic, unresolved collapse in productivity and investment after 2008. Everything else — stagnant wages, failing public services, declining global influence, and falling happiness — flows … Read more

Barking Mad Britain: Politics, Social Media, and the Curse of Allostatic Overload.

I was a late entrant into the cyber world of social media. Like a reluctant guest at a party who ends up hogging the karaoke machine, once I was in, I was hooked. I became a cheerleader, pom poms aloft, shouting into the digital void. But let’s be clear: my online persona – save one … Read more

The Baton of Dishonour.

When I joined the police in 1982, we were issued a truncheon – a lump of wood so archaic it felt like a relic from the Crimean War. As a tool of personal protection, it was about as useful as an ashtray on a motorcycle. The version handed to my female colleagues was even more … Read more