For the protection of their privacy, I shall refer to my Goddaughter, her father, and her mother, as Z, Y, and X, respectively. The reason why will soon be clear. It was early 2007, midweek, early evening. I’d been to the Asda in Killingbeck, Leeds, with my daughter. Driving home down the A63 on a […]
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It was a curry that opened my eyes to mortgage fraud in the Pakistani Muslim community. Before I founded my own business I spent most evenings working on motorcycles. I rode my first bike off-road at age 7, on-road at 17. Originally doing my own servicing out of economic necessity, by my late teens I
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As we approach the 80th anniversary of VE Day, I think of those I knew who lived and died in that conflict. My dad started in the pits aged 14 in 1935. When he wanted to join up, they wouldn’t let him. Britain needed coal. It still needs it, but it lies wasted and unmined,
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‘… it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ Chuck him out, the brute!” But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country” when the guns begin to shoot’ ‘Tommy’, by Rudyard Kipling The hatred directed at Tommy Robinson shows that today’s left is a classist clique, living like feudal lords off voters they think of as
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I recently returned from a visit to the United States where I noted that JFK Airport was displaying signs saying, “We respect the choice of colleagues who choose to wear face coverings.” Our visit took place over the period of Trump’s election victory. Amongst the outpourings of hate, grief and bafflement by demented Democrats was
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I can only ever recall one serious instance of moral cowardice in my life of which I am deeply ashamed. It occurred sometime between 1978 and 1983, in which years I was a Swillington Branch delegate to the General Management Committee (GMC) of the old Normanton Constituency Labour Party (CLP), which I joined aged 15.
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Some people have taken offence at my recent Facebook post about Greta Thunberg, which read: ‘Here she is again, the arch-manipulator, smirking and smug. Her family is super-rich. She crossed the Atlantic on a yacht loaned by a millionaire so she could pretend she wasn’t generating CO2. The Jehovah’s Witnesses must be kicking themselves. They’ve
When I was 15 in 1978, the English, Drama and Music departments of my school, Brigshaw Comprehensive, held ‘An Evening of Dreams.’ The programme consisted of Dylan Thomas’s Under Milk Wood, a reading from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and a performance of the Everly Brothers’ All I Have To Do Is Dream. There was
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