A former colleague and long-standing friend once told me he was immensely proud of the fact that he had never read a book of any kind since his schooldays.
Have you noticed that Grantham’s weather seldom follows the same pattern as that shown by forecasters on television?
Some readers have told me I should stop moaning about the future, or lack of it, for Grantham Hospital and let sleeping dogs lie.
Ever since Margaret Thatcher inflicted her ‘short-term-looks-good; long-term-disastrous’ financial policies on an unsuspecting electorate in the 1980s, I’ve been concerned that one day money would outlive its usefulness.
One of the commonest misconceptions about our great country, fostered quite blatantly by successive governments, is that we have always been a nation of immigrants.
At Grantham King’s School, which incidentally couldn’t have been more a part of the establishment in the 1950s, we were taught to look forward to Utopia.
For some time now I have been trying to think of an alternative to foodbanks, the Third World solution to this country’s austerity nightmare.
Racism in all its forms is, of course, one of the ugliest and most vile of human failings, but also I believe, by accident or design, too often misunderstood.
What a fantastic wheeze Ken Wingad inspired with his recent Journal letter, about Charmaine Morgan and the Labour Group describing Margaret Thatcher as contentious!
I notice that another unwarranted attack has been made on the elderly and infirm by the Coalition Government and its NHS privatisation cronies.