So, the government’s bright idea this week: stop foreign care workers from coming to the UK. Because obviously, the problem with the care sector isn’t chronic underfunding, rock-bottom wages, or burnout—it’s just that too many of those bastard foreigners are doing the work that baby boomers or racist blokes down the pub could be doing.
Fucking genius. Really. Bravo.
Care Work: The New Frontier for Bankers and Barristers?
So, if ...
Victory on Repeat
Britain won the Second World War — just pop into your local pub and they’ll be plenty of people willing to tell you. Repeatedly. A disproportionate amount of people still living off the fumes of that victory like a washed-up pub singer singing “We’ll Meet Again”. While other nations dusted themselves off and quietly vowed never again, Britain has opted for the full Greatest Hits tour. Eighty-odd years later, ...
Every so often, especially around Remembrance events or certain political anniversaries, you’ll hear the nostalgic murmurings: “Britain stood alone against Hitler.” The image evoked is romantic—stiff upper lips, cups of tea in air raid shelters, Churchill growling defiance into a wireless set. Stirring stuff. But it’s also, well… not quite the full picture.
Let’s clear something up: Great Britain did not win the Second World ...
Let’s get straight to the point: Lady Godiva. Famous historical figure? Yes. Cockney rhyming slang? Also yes. But how did a noblewoman from the 11th century end up riding bareback into the hearts of East End slang merchants nearly a millennium later?
Strap in (or don’t, in her case), because things are about to get mildly historical and questionably logical.
Who Was Lady Godiva?
Lady Godiva was an Anglo-Saxon noblewoman best known ...
I had a bit of trouble with my ears recently—my right one decided to block up, leading to a thrilling few days of muffled conversations, shouting at the telly, and eventually, the slightly medieval experience of having it syringed. Not the most glamorous chapter of my life.
During this auditory adventure, I found myself on the phone with a client and had to ask him to speak up a bit, explaining that I was going a bit “Mutton Jeff.”
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