Lots of snow in New York. Let’s go to California. Continue reading →

I got invited to an interview for a job in America. Mrs Clown said “Just go see what they have to say”. Continue reading →

Imagine you were in terrible pain and you were dying. How would you choose to die? Continue reading →

I haven’t told my story in a while. I’ll start with some symptoms from the old days. Continue reading →

I’m four years into a degree in the humanities. What have I learned so far? Continue reading →

Chapter three of my memoirs. Schooldays. Continue reading →

“If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to destroy every fucking grammar school in England.” Continue reading →

The Ragged Clown tries his hand at poetry. Continue reading →

Folks on the left often say that fear of immigration is just a thinly disguised appeal to racism. I disagree. Continue reading →

Why does the culture war cause so much strife? How can we make it stop? Continue reading →