Tears Are Sometimes An Inappropriate Response To

Contrasting British Servicemen And Women With The Appeasers, It Is Hard Not To Laugh. Are These Two Sides Even The Same Species, Let Alone The Same Nationality? On One Hand The Selflessness And Internationalism Of The Soldiers; On The Other The Whites-first Isolationism Of The Protesters. Excuse Me, Who Are The Idealists Here?

Rachel Cusk's Books Are Like Pop-up Volumes For Grown-ups, The Prose Springing Out Of The Page To Bop You Neatly Between The Eyes With Its Insights.

Punk Was Over In Two Years. That Was The Only Damn Good Thing About It.

Big Women Do Themselves A Disservice When They Attempt To Become The Righteous Fat (the Righteous Thin Are Bad Enough, All That Running Around And Sweating, Somehow Believing It Means Anything).

When I Moved To Brighton From London In 1995, I Was Struck By What I Thought Of As Its Townliness. A Town, It Seemed To Me, Was That Perfect Place To Live, Neither City Nor Country, Both Of Which Like To Think They Are Light Years Apart But Actually Have A Great Deal In Common.