Category Archives: This sceptred isle

Next weekend should have been a time of May fairs and may pole dancing, it should have been a time of well dressing and Morris men, and all that is celebratory and joyous about the beginning of the merriest month. … Continue reading →

“Where are you with the history lessons?” “The Chartists, but only for one lesson.” “Did you do the Luddites and Captain Swing?” “Only briefly.” Mr Buchanan would have been disappointed that a significant element of Nineteenth Century English social history … Continue reading →

Football has always been a matter of faith of dreams. In a world of franchises, in a hard-nosed, material age, there are still people who are prepared to commit significant parts of their lives and incomes to following a team … Continue reading →

Today marks the ninetieth anniversary of the Act of Parliament that allowed sports to be played in England on a Sunday. The legislation was one of the moves away from the Sabbatarian spirit that had shaped English laws. Ninety years … Continue reading →

“We should stop identity politics,” declared the Year 9 student as we stood waiting in a corridor. “Why do you think so?” I asked. “Because they are divisive.” “Do you take a Marxist perspective?” I asked. “No, I am a … Continue reading →