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Ever Saw a Wizard on a Ducking Stool?

I don’t doubt that the likes of Farage, Bloom, Johnson and the rest of the Little Boys Who Never Grew Up would see the following as progress… although they would probably protest that the woman in the picture should be wearing a bikini. This was written by...

The Man Who Would Be King

From scepter’d to sceptic to septic isle… I was waiting for the dust to settle, hoping at least to be able to have a clearer view of what occurred a few days ago. But sadly (for me) the only clarity I can discern is in looking slightly backwards to my...

Recycling the EU

First, a simple guide to Brexit mentality. There’s a guy on a bicycle. He’s strong, but not quite as fit as he used to be. He talks to himself a lot (‘I/me…’), but shouts at others (‘WE/US…’): “This damn thing...

No Representation without Education!

EU: Name that institution   Probably the most annoying aspect of the so-called debate about the EU referendum is how easy it has been for the Beleavers to trot out lies willy-nilly, without being troubled by the people – and much less the press – to...
Who cares about Belgium?

Who cares about Belgium?

I don’t think it’s the locals… Just a few months after moving to Brussels, I dubbed it The City that Doesn’t Give a Shit. Six years later… Just like oobidoobidoo, how society looks depends on how you look at it. Those at the top tend to...

March 23: Conversations and Observations

Until yesterday, I thought that maybe I was catching up with a ton of stuff: three blog posts to finish off, a new website for a friend’s restaurant, sorting out a glitch on another, arranging a (very) mini break for the famdamily… until yesterday. Many...