As I watch people whom I care deeply about flirt with conspiratorial cults, I believe I no longer have the luxury of ignoring ridiculous posts, or writing off those who share them as gullible or worse. Back in March, I wrote an essay on the need to understand how to analyse the source of information […]
Someone is breaking the rules in my street. I wake to the glorious sound of a rooster crowing across the road. I love it.
Like many others, I, too, heart West End.
