120 days ago
A babysitter from my childhood says that she is afraid of wearing her star of David on trips to Londonistan and I do not blame her. But on my third trip in six years to the hellhole, to attend the Optibiotix (OPTI) AGM, I wore a shirt for Debbie, as you can see below. I must admit that this shirt, printed off and ordered, after the October 7 pogrom, got a few looks and I did feel a bit nervous at the start but if some vegan trustafarian from Islington wanted to have a go, I guess I was ready. Folks who threaten me over my support for Israel and for Britain’s embattled Jews should know that I am not going to back down, I am not frightened.
482 days ago
After my mum died we had a series of Warwick University students, mainly from the Classics department set up by my Dad, come to look after us as babysittters. There was one of my heroes in jounalism, the great Neil M. who got his break onto Fleet Street by scooping a sex scandal involving the pop star Howard Jones who, until then, was thought to be rather a wholesome fellow. Classy. I am still in touch with Neil who was one of the 30 folks able to attend the funeral of my father during covid. If only we had been shooting grouse we could have had more. Thanks Boris Johnson you total arsehole.
