Chapter three of memoirs. Schooldays. Continue reading →

“If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to destroy every fucking grammar school in England.” Continue reading →

The Ragged Clown tries his hand at poetry. Continue reading →

Folks on the left often say that fear of immigration is just a thinly disguised appeal to racism. I disagree. Continue reading →

Why does the culture war cause so much strife? How can we make it stop? Continue reading →

Do philosophers make any difference to the way we live our lives? Continue reading →

Mary is a neuroscientist and she lives in a black-and-white room. Continue reading →

A terminal cancer diagnosis sucks. Does it help to know long you have left? Continue reading →

If you do a degree in computer science, should you also learn literature? What about vice versa? Continue reading →

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears. Continue reading →