It's typical that the week temperatures plummet to arctic lows is the one in which I leave my winter hat on the train. I realised the moment I stepped onto the platform, even seeing it through the window sat forlornly on the row of empty seats. Momentarily struck with indecision, in the end I let the doors close fearing that rushing back on to retrieve it could leave me marooned in Kings Cross. And who wants to end up there on a wintery Monday morning? I was already late for work and didn't fancy negotiating my way back to Fleet Street.... Read More
"I suppose I should close now because I've said all I wanted to say for myself... In the meantime we have the same job we always had, to say, as thinking people and as humans, that there are no final solutions, there is no absolute truth, there is no supreme leader, there is no totalitarian solution that says that if you will just give up your freedom of inquiry, if you would just give up, if you will simply abandon your critical faculties, a world of idiotic bliss can be yours. We have to begin by repudiating all such claims - grand rabbis, chief ayatollahs, infallible popes, the peddlers of mutant quasi-political worship, the dear leader, great leader, we have no need of any of this. And looking at them and their record I realise it is they who are the grand imposters, and my own imposture (has been) mild by comparison."