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The Summer of ’76: When Boomers Peaked (and the Thermometer Didn’t)
"Back in My Day..." The summer of 1976 — the season Baby Boomers will cling to until the final jug of lukewarm Robinsons squash evaporates off a scorched patio. For those unfamiliar, 1976 was the year it got hot in Britain. Not real hot by modern standards, but hot enough for a few shirtless dads to mow the light brown lawn while “You to Me Are Everything” ...
Britain: Where the Weather Forecast Now Comes with a Side of Apocalypse
You might want to start getting used to the idea of 40°C heat in the UK—because according to a new Met Office study, it's becoming less of a freak occurrence and more of a recurring nightmare. Yes, I know, climate change, yawn, fake news, “it was hotter in 1976”, etc. But before you finish typing “scaremongering” in the comments, allow me to explain—w...
When the Bombs Go One Way: Israel, “Self-Defence,” and the Perpetual Excuse Machine
A Strike… Then Shock? There’s something grimly impressive about Israel’s ability to bomb another country and then, with a perfectly straight face, act utterly outraged when someone dares to hit back. One might almost admire the sheer audacity—if it weren’t for the fact that it keeps resulting in massive loss of life, destabilised regions, and the slow, ...
The Slow Death of International Football: A Beautiful Game on Life Support
England lost on Tuesday. No one cared. Why? There was a time — not so long ago — when international football was the pinnacle of a player’s career. Pulling on the shirt of your country was the ultimate dream, the highest honour, the ticket to immortality. It was where legends were made, where the game transcended club allegiances and players became national ...
Suspect Device in My Head: Reflections from Belfast
My recent trip to Belfast triggered the song Suspect Device by Stiff Little Fingers in my head. It came out of nowhere, sparked by a mural on the Shankill Road celebrating loyalist paramilitaries — the sort of imagery that still looms over parts of the city like a ghost from the past. As I stood there, one line from the song came flooding back into my head: ...