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About loveandgarbage

I watch the telly and read when not doing law stuff and plugging my decade and a half old unwatched Edinburgh fringe show.

Why Trump won: a personal reflection

As a professional columnist with views and opinions on things in the news I have obviously had to come up with an opinion on the seismic events which have happened over the past forty eight hours. I have spent much of … Continue reading

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I heard the news today, oh boy

I have never had a more visceral reaction to a politician, because he transports me. He takes me to places in my memory where I felt vulnerable, where I felt scared. And I know that from talking to others his … Continue reading

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Circles

Orange. Her face, the right hand side of her face, was orange. That struck me last week. Sitting eating, and talking, catching a reflection in a window, feeling transported twenty plus years sitting eating, and talking on the floor, or … Continue reading

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A hastily written rubbish topical poem on the proposed commissioning of a new royal yacht

“How enhance trade with friends o’er the water? Taking advantage of Wills, Kate and daughter?” “Steady on chaps you know what we ought to,” Quoth one quaffing toff, his nose terracotta. “To plug British stuff from farmer or potter At public … Continue reading

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Memories remembered

You know the sequence in Ratatouille? The critic attends the restaurant and asks for ratatouille. He takes a mouthful. And we fall, viewer and character together. We fall through the years, into his childhood. Proustean. That’s what the reviewers said. … Continue reading

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Citizen of nowhere – a hastily written vaguely topical poem

Seems I’m a citizen of nowhere Which is really no bad thing ‘cause the PM leaves me in despair With her sleazy kipper fling.

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Station, 1st October 2016

In front of the disaster memorial Held safe by an old brick atop the wall A spray of flowers wrapped in cellophane Marking where he stepped in front of the train.  

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A hastily written rubbish topical poem reflecting on the Labour leadership contest

No rich teas, digestives or bourbons Will enter the gullet of Corbyn.   Can a man with no taste for a hob nob Be a real  candidate for the top job?   Will a typical British elector Cast a vote for a biscuit … Continue reading

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Why the Keith Vaz game?

I first became aware of Keith Vaz after the fatwa. I was working on an essay for my O Grade Religious Studies class on The Satanic Verses when the story reached a new level. Protestors in England, accompanied by the … Continue reading

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A brexiter’s love song

Old Tom Newton Dunn, old Tom Newton Dunn Furnish’d and burnish’d by bright Wapping sun. The strenuous efforts at mendacity Of The Sun front pages set you against me. His initial reactions, so full of joy, The people have spoken, … Continue reading

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For Jeremy is a decent man

For many months we have been assured by those who know a Labour leader who has performed more poorly in the opinion polls than any post-war Labour leader at an equivalent stage of their tenure that he is a decent … Continue reading

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A hastily written vaguely topical poem on the Brexit #usepens

“Don’t use pencils,” they started to blubber, “Because the state has a giant rubber. They’ll erase the votes. They must think we’re thick. So when you head to vote, best take a Bic.” But strangely enough that the nation’s spies … Continue reading

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Did Michael Gove’s father’s business fail?

In interviews explaining his reasoning for feeling strongly about the European Union Michael Gove has referred to his father’s fish business, E E Gove and Sons, a wholesale fish merchant and curer, being badly affected by European fisheries policy. Mr … Continue reading

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Ach, to hell with it – on not engaging with the referendum

I have not really engaged with the referendum campaign. I feel angered that a short term political fix thought up by a bloke who can’t see more than one move ahead on the political chessboard, and which he appears never … Continue reading

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The EU referendum campaign – an in depth critique

                                                It’s a bit rubbish isn’t it?                     … Continue reading

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on being anti-social

You are standing having a conversation – awkwardly on the sidelines, yes, and stooping to hear while worrying that your stammer might reappear as you try to shape words, but still, having a conversation – and you are not looking … Continue reading

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A man. A plan. An offshore scheme. Panama.

Let me begin with a confession. I have for twenty five years been a Guardian reader. It started when someone passed a copy around at a party, and after reading Nancy Banks Smith I was hooked. They knew what they … Continue reading

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Mistur Taggurt, they wur thu droppins o a gigantic dug

  “A dinnae ken whae ye are. A dinnae ken whit ye want. If ye’re lookin fur a ransum tae pay fur yur dug’s microchip a can tell ye a dinnae hae cash. But whit I hae are a verra particuler … Continue reading

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The albums that defined my teenage years

They say that the things you listen to as a teenager determine your listening habits for life. (I don’t know who “they” are, to be honest, but it seems the sort of thing that people who say they like listening … Continue reading

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Project Pollyanna

There is a risk to most things in life. Earlier today I wandered round to the local butcher. I crossed three roads on the way there, three on the way back. Each time I contemplated the possibility of being mown … Continue reading

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