Piddington’s very English revolution
At a packed village hall meeting in picturesque Piddington, parish council leader Tim McNally railed against the British state. “The Government has stacked all of…
David Hockney’s defiant pleasure
David Hockney has died, leaving London with the most visually seductive exhibition installation of the year as his obituary. A Year in Normandie is the most stunning I’ve seen since…
The Equality Act’s fatal paradox
As the World Cup kicks off, at least one person in Westminster seems to have been watching the habits of effective center-forwards. Delivering a speech on Tuesday, Kemi Badenoch found…
Can Whitehall stop the riots?
After a night of unrest in Belfast and elsewhere, the family of Stephen Ogilvie, the man hospitalized by an attack on Monday night, issued a statement via the Police Service…
How drug gangs threaten the World Cup
It’s been more than five years since Daniel Flores Fernández disappeared. But telling the story now, his father Héctor still wells up. It happened when Daniel was just 19, living…
When private equity came for trailer parks
I’ve never been called “trailer trash”, but I did live in a trailer in Northeast Georgia in my early teens. Trailers don’t have the best reputation, but I liked it…
Is Andy Burnham a plastic Papist?
Patriotic Englishmen used to be terrified that their country was ruled by Roman Catholics. Nothing could better rouse them to action than the story, real or imagined, that Popery had…
The Thomas Piketty doctrine is already here
Academics need to get out a bit more. That, at least, is the impression one might form from the recently-released report of the Global Justice Project, the fruit of a…
Brussels: Europe’s Pimp City
A short walk south from the European Parliament building in Brussels is the Avenue Louise, the Belgian capital’s answer to the Champs-Elysées — a three-kilometer stretch of high-end restaurants and…
I was a charismatic Christian
The night before my father drove three hours to Southern Illinois to do battle with a demon bird, he handed me a three-ring binder. Inside was a thick stack of…