One year today since Davey Hopper's funeral, which is enough to cause reflection on a good many subjects.
And therefore, one year today since Jeremy Corbyn promised me that he would contribute a column to The Weekly Standard.
Everything gets done at funerals, doesn't it?
This very day, The Sun and the Daily Mail are falsely accusing Diane Abbott of defending the hurling of petrol bombs at the Police by protesters against the death of Rashan Charles.
As a journalist, I take no pleasure in urging a politician to invoke the English law of libel. But this time, I very much hope that Abbott sues.
In the meantime, all that we need for the Standard are the readies.
Follow the link, although of course that is not intended to be the main or only source of income, important though it is for getting us started.
Or email davidaslindsay@hotmail.com.
Come on, people. We are talking about the real, live, actual Jeremy Corbyn here. In the words of Sir Paul McCartney, "How VIP do we gotta get?"
The fans of popular television, pop music and football are largely the working class, who, as the main victims of politically chosen austerity, are the natural leaders of the opposition to neoliberal economic policy.
And the fans of popular television, pop music and football are largely the working class and the youth, who, as the main victims of wars of political choice, are the natural leaders of the opposition to neoconservative foreign policy.
They deserve better than The Sun and the Daily Mail.
We all do.
Everything gets done at funerals, doesn't it?
This very day, The Sun and the Daily Mail are falsely accusing Diane Abbott of defending the hurling of petrol bombs at the Police by protesters against the death of Rashan Charles.
As a journalist, I take no pleasure in urging a politician to invoke the English law of libel. But this time, I very much hope that Abbott sues.
In the meantime, all that we need for the Standard are the readies.
Follow the link, although of course that is not intended to be the main or only source of income, important though it is for getting us started.
Or email davidaslindsay@hotmail.com.
Come on, people. We are talking about the real, live, actual Jeremy Corbyn here. In the words of Sir Paul McCartney, "How VIP do we gotta get?"
The fans of popular television, pop music and football are largely the working class, who, as the main victims of politically chosen austerity, are the natural leaders of the opposition to neoliberal economic policy.
And the fans of popular television, pop music and football are largely the working class and the youth, who, as the main victims of wars of political choice, are the natural leaders of the opposition to neoconservative foreign policy.
They deserve better than The Sun and the Daily Mail.
We all do.
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