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I had sucked in two huge gulps of the stuff before I started spluttering. I am not a smoker, and the skunk was being delivered in vapour form – two huge balloons of the stuff.
The first balloon was dilating slowly. I increased the strength of my gulps, spluttered more, and after some five minutes had consumed the lot.
Professor Plum, Colonel Mustard, Mrs White and the Reverend Green. Why do I awaken this sunless morn to thoughts of Cluedo?
I cant think of a more depressing start to the day than to go to the wardrobe and pull out a dull maroon tie, with a few dots or stripes on it. Or worse, none at all.
Even John Chilcot can never have anticipated the years of toil, obfuscation and delay that would surround his efforts in trying to find the truth about the Iraq war.
“All-out war” on mediocre schools; apparent threats to “weaponise” the NHS and the “battle” to win voters. A distraction from the real wars that dog the
On a cold January day in 1965, I joined the crowds in Oxford as Churchill’s funeral train passed. Though we never exchanged a word, we were drawn together in one signal act of gratitude.
Many thousands of Saudi men are in the field with Isis. But the Saudi royal family is so dominant that it is unclear who is linked to what when it comes to the export of extremism.
No one knows how to delay an urgent inquiry into serious misjudgments, mistakes, and misdoings, than the British ‘system’.
There’s no topless page 3 girl in today’s edition of the Sun newspaper – but in the age of the internet, didn’t the feature become obsolete many years ago?
They spend their lives dealing, trading, monitoring and watching. Yet last week, when the Swiss Central Bank detached the Swissie from tracking the Euro, it turns out they knew nothing.