Wednesday, 6 May 2026

Local Government, National Game

There was a time when local government meant something recognisably local. Not perfect, and certainly not democratic in any modern sense, but at least anchored in the place it purported to serve. Councillors were shopkeepers, engineers, solicitors, the sort of people who had to live with the consequences of their decisions and could be confronted about them in the street. If they failed to collect the bins, they heard about it. Directly.


Now we have imported the entire Westminster circus into the business of emptying wheelie bins and approving loft extensions.

Candidates stand under the banners of Labour, Conservative, or whichever logo focus groups have decided is least toxic this month, and voters obligingly treat a decision about parking permits as though it were a referendum on the fate of Western civilisation. It would be funny if it were not so debilitating.

The result is a system in which accountability is blurred to the point of near invisibility. Councillors campaign on national slogans, get elected on national swings, and then govern locally with a mixture of caution and deflection. When a council fails to maintain its roads or drifts into effective bankruptcy, responsibility dissolves into a familiar fog. If things go wrong, blame central government. If things go right, issue a press release implying heroic intervention.

This is not politics as representation. It is politics as brand management.

The deeper problem is structural, and more awkward to fit on a leaflet. Local authorities are tightly bound to Whitehall through funding settlements, statutory duties, and ring-fenced grants. Councils raise only a limited share of what they spend. The rest arrives with conditions attached, often dictated by shifting national priorities rather than local need. Social care is the clearest example. Demand rises, costs rise, and councils are legally obliged to provide services, yet the funding framework lags behind. The gap is not ideological. It is arithmetic.

Strip that system away entirely and the illusion becomes obvious. Affluent areas would manage, even thrive, on their own tax base. Poorer areas would face a blunt choice between higher taxes, worse services, or financial collapse. The current model does not eliminate that imbalance, but it disguises it just enough to keep the show on the road. National politics fills the space where genuine local power ought to be.

Having hollowed out local autonomy, we then pretend that electing a different colour rosette will transform outcomes. It is a neat trick. It keeps the argument noisy while ensuring very little that matters can move very far.

And so local elections become a kind of mid-term tantrum. Voters, understandably irritated with the government of the day, kick the nearest available proxy. Councils change hands not because the outgoing administration mismanaged refuse collection or botched planning policy, but because someone in Downing Street said something idiotic six months earlier. It is cathartic, perhaps, but it is not rational governance.

Independents still exist, in the way that hedgerows survive beside motorways. Occasionally you find one doing something sensible and grounded, usually ignored by the broader machinery. They are reminders that local politics could be something other than a branch office of national campaigns.

The defenders of the current arrangement will say that parties provide clarity, coherence, a set of values. That sounds plausible until you notice that the "values" in question have remarkably little to say about potholes, planning committees, or adult social care budgets. What parties really provide is a shortcut for disengaged voters and a shield for underperforming councillors.

The honest position is uncomfortable. Local government has been colonised by national politics because it suits both sides. National parties gain another arena in which to fight their endless war. Local politicians gain cover, resources, and a ready-made identity. Meanwhile the underlying constraints remain exactly as they were.

The only people expected to take it seriously are the voters.


Tuesday, 5 May 2026

Antisemitism - A History of Reinvention

I apologise in advance for a long post.


It is always slightly telling how quickly people reach for a single culprit when antisemitism comes up.

Spend five minutes in a comment thread and someone will have decided it was all Christianity, or all Islam, or all the West, or all the East. The conclusion tends to arrive first, and the history gets dragged in afterwards to back it up.

History, awkwardly, does not play along.

Long before Christianity enters the picture, Jews are already an awkward fit in the Greek and Roman world. Not because anyone had yet dreamt up elaborate conspiracies, but because they did not behave as expected. They would not join in with civic religion. They would not hedge their bets by adding a few local gods. They stuck to their own rules.

That mattered because religion was not a private hobby. It was part of public life and loyalty. Refusing to participate was not just eccentric, it looked like opting out of the shared system. Less some grand stand, more the sort of quiet non-compliance that makes everything around it a bit harder to run.

It is not a theory of societal corrosion. It is closer to the irritation you get when one component in a standard assembly insists on its own thread pattern. The system expects everything to line up. One part refuses. Things start binding. After a while, people stop questioning the system and start blaming the part.

Then Christianity arrives and changes the nature of the complaint. The Roman version was basically practical: they do not join in. Christianity turns it into something moral. Jews are not just different, they are wrong about something central. In many strands, they are cast as having rejected the Messiah and, more seriously, as bearing responsibility for the crucifixion.

Alongside that comes a more structured idea, even if nobody at the time would have put a tidy label on it. Christianity presents itself as the fulfilment of Judaism, the thing that replaces it. If that is true, then Judaism is not simply different, it is outdated and stubbornly so. That is a much more durable basis for hostility.

Once Christianity becomes dominant in Europe, these ideas stop being occasional grumbles and become part of the furniture. They are taught, repeated, and reinforced over centuries. Ghettos, expulsions, and increasingly odd accusations follow. The hostility is no longer situational. It is just there, in the background, doing its thing.

Then, just as religion begins to loosen its grip, the whole thing is rebuilt on a different foundation. The 19th century does not get rid of antisemitism, it updates it. Out goes theology, in comes race. Now it is not what Jews believe that matters, it is what they are supposed to be. Conversion no longer solves anything. You cannot convert out of a category that has been defined as biological.

That shift matters more than anything that came before. It makes antisemitism immune to assimilation. You can change your religion, your language, your level of integration, and it makes no difference. You remain the wrong type.

You can see it plainly in the Dreyfus Affair. A modern state, a professional army, and still quite prepared to bend reality to fit the assumption that a Jewish officer must be the traitor. From there it is not a large step to the Holocaust, where the idea is taken to its logical and fairly horrifying conclusion.

After 1945, that version is thoroughly discredited, at least in public. But the underlying habit does not disappear. It adapts. Conspiracies come back with updated language. Old suspicions get dressed up a bit better, or just pointed somewhere else.

And this is the point where people assume the religious story has finished. It has not. It has just been translated. Modern antisemitism manages perfectly well without religion.

Instead of “they rejected the true faith”, you get “they are a race”, or “they control finance”, or “they pull the political strings”. The language shifts to suit the age. In the 19th century it borrowed biology. In the 20th, ideology and conspiracy. Now it often turns up dressed as geopolitics, sounding serious enough to pass without much inspection.

It is the same basic move each time. Take a complicated system, decide someone must be pulling the levers, and then point at a group you already think is a bit different. If they happen to be clustered in a few obvious roles - often the only ones they were allowed into - so much the better. You can then pretend that is proof of control rather than the result of being pushed there in the first place.

Which is why the modern argument about Zionism manages to generate so much heat and so little clarity.

Opposition to Zionism is not, in itself, antisemitic. It never has been. There have always been Jews who opposed it, alongside others who supported it. Some objected on religious grounds, some because they disliked nationalism in general, and some for a more cautious, slightly unglamorous reason.

In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, many Jews in Europe were trying to integrate into the societies they lived in. They were newly emancipated, building careers, becoming part of national life. For them, Zionism carried a risk. If Jews were arguing for a separate national homeland, it could be taken as proof that they were not really loyal citizens where they already were.

That fear was not fanciful. Accusations of divided loyalty were already circulating quite happily without any help. Zionism risked handing critics a neat exhibit to point at. So some Jews opposed it not out of hostility to other Jews, but because they thought it might make things worse.

At the same time, Zionism was not just an abstract idea being debated in European drawing rooms. It involved real migration to a place that was not empty. In the late Ottoman and early Mandate period, Jews were a small minority in Palestine, often only a few percent of the population. The arrival of increasing numbers of Jewish migrants changed the local balance, and it would have been surprising if that had not produced tension with those already living there. You do not need a conspiracy to explain that, just basic human reactions to rapid demographic change.

You can see versions of the same dynamic playing out much closer to home now. It does not take very large numbers for people to feel that change is happening to them rather than with them. If something on the scale of early Zionist migration were to happen in Britain, especially with arguments about land or sovereignty attached, it is fairly obvious how that would go. It would not stay polite for long.

History, being awkward again, managed to prove several things at once. Antisemites did indeed use Zionism as evidence of divided loyalty. At the same time, what happened in Europe persuaded many others that assimilation was not quite the protection they had hoped it would be. And in the Middle East, a local conflict took shape that had its own logic, not reducible to European arguments about Jewish identity.

If you turn to the Islamic world, the pattern is different, and less tidy. Early Islam builds in a category for Jews and Christians as “People of the Book”. They are recognised, allowed to practise, and folded into society, but on a lower rung. Not equality, but not exclusion either. More a managed imbalance that people put up with because the alternatives are not especially attractive.

For long stretches, that produces a workable arrangement. Jewish communities flourish in places like Al-Andalus and later the Ottoman Empire. There are harsher periods and occasional outbreaks of violence, but not generally the same rolling pattern of expulsions seen across medieval Europe.

The modern shift comes later, and in a rather less comfortable way. From the 19th century onwards, European antisemitic ideas start to circulate more widely. Myths that had been distinctly European begin appearing elsewhere, as in the Damascus Affair. By the 20th century, you have nationalism, colonial pressure, and the Israel Palestine conflict all feeding into the mix.

So contemporary antisemitism in parts of the Muslim world is not simply a straight continuation of early Islamic attitudes. It is a blend. Some older assumptions about hierarchy, a significant layer of imported European thinking, and a large dose of modern politics.

Which leaves you with a slightly inconvenient conclusion. There is no single origin story that neatly assigns blame to one civilisation. What you have instead is a recurring pattern. A group that stands out. A surrounding society that expects conformity. A period of tension. And then the familiar slide from different, to difficult, to dangerous.

The explanations change with the times. Religion, race, conspiracy, geopolitics. Each era finds its own way of dressing it up and persuading itself this time it is justified.

And if you listen to how people argue about it now, usually with great confidence and very selective history, you can hear the same pattern playing out. Just with better vocabulary, a few more references, and the same old habit of deciding who to blame before working out why.


Monday, 4 May 2026

The Slow Death of Meaning in the Meat Aisle

There was a time when words meant things. “Aberdeen Angus” meant a specific Scottish animal. “Wagyu” meant a Japanese one, raised with the sort of care normally reserved for minor royalty.

Now they mean, more or less, “something that once had a relative of that persuasion”.

The modern supermarket has performed a neat act of linguistic dilution. Breed names have been turned into mood music. “Angus” is no longer a description, it is a hint. “Wagyu” is less a definition than a gentle nudge in the direction of luxury.


It is rather like being sold a Labrador that turns out to have one Labrador grandparent and a great deal else besides. Does it technically contain Labrador? Yes. Is it what any normal person would understand by “a Labrador”? Not unless one adopts a very generous view of genetics and a dim view of plain English.

The Wagyu version of this is particularly brazen. Proper Japanese Wagyu is tracked, graded, and documented to within an inch of its life. What turns up here under the same name is often a perfectly decent cross-bred animal, whose connection to Japan is faint enough to require imagination. Yet the label stands, serene and untroubled, inviting you to make the flattering assumption.

None of this is illegal. That would be crude. It is something more polished. The words are just accurate enough to pass muster, and just vague enough to do the real work.

And that is the trick. Not to lie, but to encourage the customer to do a small amount of self-deception. To read “Wagyu” and quietly supply the rest of the story. To see “Angus” and fill in the missing pedigree.

If it were honestly labelled “Wagyu-cross” or “Angus-cross”, the spell would break at once. Which is precisely why it isn’t.

We are not being sold bad beef. We are being sold good beef wearing a borrowed name, and trusting that nobody will look too closely at the family tree. It's a bit like a dual national.


Sunday, 3 May 2026

Clarity, Not Chants at Palestine Protests

There is always a moment, usually quite early on, when a protest stops being about what is actually happening and starts being about the protest itself. You can almost hear it happen. The chant goes up, someone films it, and within hours the argument has shifted entirely.


In this case, the starting point is not complicated. Palestinians are being killed in large numbers by Israeli military action. People see that, feel it is wrong, and go out to protest. That is not extreme or controversial. It is a fairly basic human reaction to civilians being caught in the middle of a war.

Where it starts to go sideways is the language. “Globalise the Intifada” is one of those phrases that sounds powerful if you are saying it and rather different if you are hearing it. To the person chanting, it may mean solidarity or resistance. To a reasonable listener, particularly a Jewish one, it can land as a reference to uprisings that included attacks on civilians during the Second Intifada. That gap between intention and reception is doing most of the work here.

And once that gap opens up, the whole thing tilts. Instead of talking about civilian deaths or the conduct of the Israeli government, we end up arguing about whether a chant is threatening. It is an oddly efficient way of derailing your own protest. You begin with a strong, straightforward moral point and end up defending wording that half your audience hears as something else entirely.

The law does not help you out of that hole. Under the Human Rights Act, you are perfectly entitled to protest, even noisily and in ways that annoy people. But those rights are qualified. If there is a real risk of disorder or intimidation, the state can step in. Vague, loaded slogans make that argument easier to make, whether you meant them that way or not.

This is the bit that tends to irritate people, but it is also the practical one. If your aim is to stop civilians being killed, then say exactly that. Call for a ceasefire. Call for restraint. Call for whatever policy change you think might make a difference. It is not about watering anything down. It is about keeping your message clear enough that it cannot be bent into something you did not intend.

There is a temptation, of course, to reach for something sharper. It feels more forceful, more like you are doing something rather than just stating the obvious. But there is a difference between sounding strong and being effective. If your wording allows a reasonable person to think you might be cheering on violence, you have handed your opponents an argument they did not previously have, and they will use it.

None of this means the government gets a free pass. There is a familiar pattern where ministers discover a sudden enthusiasm for public order powers when protests become awkward. If every uncomfortable slogan is treated as incitement, you are no longer policing risk, you are managing dissent. The courts, under the same Human Rights Act, have a habit of taking a dim view when that line is crossed, but by that point the damage is usually done.

So we end up in the usual untidy British compromise. Protest is allowed, but watched. The police hover at the edges trying to decide when irritation turns into risk. Activists are free to say what they like, but not free from the consequences of choosing language that muddies their own case.

And the slightly deflating reality is this. If you want to change minds, you have to persuade people who do not already agree with you. Shouting something they can plausibly interpret as a threat might feel satisfying in the moment, but it is not, on balance, the cleverest way to go about it.


The Clip Is Not the Story

There is a very familiar sort of mistake people make when they are shown half a story and quietly invited to supply the rest. You see a clip on the news. A man is on the ground. Two officers are kicking him. He has just been Tasered. You wince, slightly, and say something along the lines of, “That looks a bit much.” My wife and I did exactly that. Not a grand moral stance, just a quick reaction to what was in front of us.

And what was in front of us was incomplete.


What we did not know, because it was not made clear in that first burst of coverage, was that the man still had hold of the knife. That one detail, quietly missing from the picture, changes everything. A man on the ground without a weapon is one thing. A man on the ground still gripping a knife, with police within arm’s reach, is quite another. The optics are worse than the reality because the camera cannot show risk, only movement.

The awkward truth is that the context probably was there, at the scene. The person filming would have seen more than we did. But what survives the journey from pavement to screen is a narrow slice of events, framed, cropped, and stripped of whatever sits just outside the shot. By the time it reaches the viewer, you are no longer watching the whole incident, just the most arresting fragment of it.

And then modern news does what modern news tends to do. It moves quickly and it leads with the pictures. A clip like that will always get aired before anyone has had time to ask the dull but necessary questions. What exactly was he holding. What were the officers reacting to. What happened just before the camera started rolling.

It is not unreasonable to expect a bit more care at that point. If you are going to broadcast a clip like that, the obvious question is what the person behind the camera actually saw. A simple line, early and clearly delivered, that the suspect still had a knife would have reframed the entire sequence. Instead, the image led and the explanation, if it arrived at all, came later and more quietly. Not a grand conspiracy, just careless editing at exactly the point where it matters.

There is another layer to this which the broadcasters ought to have anticipated. People do not watch these clips in isolation. They bring with them a backlog of stories about police overreach and misconduct. Some of those stories are entirely justified. Some are less clear. But they all leave a residue.

So when a clip appears of a man on the ground being kicked by officers, the mind does not start from zero. It reaches for the nearest familiar explanation. It feels like you have seen this before. It feels like you already know what it is. That makes the initial judgement feel more solid than it actually is.

Most people see something like that, have a reaction, and leave it there. Perhaps they revise it when more information comes in. No harm done. A private misreading disappears as quickly as it formed.

But when someone like Zack Polanski does the same thing in public, it lands rather differently. The fleeting thought becomes a broadcast conclusion. The fragment is treated as the whole. And because it comes from a political figure, it carries weight it does not deserve.

He is now being lined up and scolded by the Great and the Good, many of whom will have had precisely the same initial reaction when they saw the footage. The difference is not superior judgement. It is simply that they kept quiet long enough for the missing piece to emerge. It is easy to be holier than thou once the full picture has turned up.

With elections looming, and law and order suddenly back in fashion, the criticism has acquired a certain sharpness.

None of that rescues the original error. If you are a high profile political figure, you do not have the luxury of treating a half seen video as if it were the full account. The more ambiguous the footage, the more cautious you need to be, not less. In this case, that meant waiting for the missing fact. The knife.

If you insist on apportioning blame, it probably sits something like this. The media, about half. They chose the images, set the tone, and did not make the crucial context clear early enough. Zack Polanski, perhaps forty per cent. He took an ambiguous fragment and presented it as a conclusion. The remaining ten per cent belongs to the medium itself, where short, decontextualised clips routinely mislead.

Most people were briefly misled. The media made that easy. He made it public.

The context was there on the pavement. It just was not in the clip. The news did not do enough to bridge that gap. And yet the real mistake was to assume that the gap did not exist and to fill it with certainty.

We had the same thought as Polanski, as I'm certain many others did but refuse to admit it. We just left it there, as did others.


Saturday, 2 May 2026

The Chairman's Recipe for Marital Harmony

Chairman Bill’s Relationship Harmony Secrets are not, it should be said, the product of theory. They have been stress-tested in live environments, often repeatedly, and occasionally at considerable financial cost.


The chairman begins from a position of experience. Get divorced at least twice. This is not advice so much as a disclosure. It establishes credibility in the same way that a ship’s log records previous collisions. Lessons have been learned. Some of them may even have been the correct ones.

From there, the guidance becomes more operational. Never remarry the woman you divorced. The chairman does not elaborate, which in itself suggests that elaboration was once attempted and did not end well. The underlying principle is clear enough. Time improves memory far more reliably than it improves behaviour.

Domestic management is addressed through the established framework of pink and blue jobs. Without clear allocation of responsibility, both parties will assume the other has dealt with the bins, and neither of them will be correct. Where necessary, one may undertake pink jobs incompetently in order to avoid future assignment. This is an efficient short-term tactic, though it tends to generate downstream liabilities.

Conversely, blue jobs should be conducted with an air of quiet expertise. Even the tightening of a tap may be accompanied by a pause and a thoughtful expression. This discourages oversight, although excessive performance may provoke audit.

The chairman’s views on organisation are equally robust. A cluttered desk is a sign of multitasking ability. It should remain cluttered. This position becomes harder to defend when important documents enter a state of permanent concealment.

Travel presents particular hazards. On the day of departure in a motorhome, silence is the safest course. Something will have been forgotten. Attempts will be made to assign responsibility. Engagement at this stage is unlikely to improve the outcome. On return, a similar restraint is advised. The condition of the house, especially if it has been occupied by children, will already be under active review.

The chairman recognises the importance of shared activities. These need not be entirely authentic. Walking long distances provides proximity and a degree of mutual discomfort, both of which promote cohesion. Cultural engagement may also be required. One should watch selected television programmes with minimal audible scepticism.

Communication is treated with due seriousness. Not all conversations are requests for solutions. Some are requests for sympathy, which is a different service entirely. Failure to distinguish between the two has been identified as a recurring source of difficulty. Similarly, the response “nothing” to the question “what are you thinking?” has been extensively trialled and found wanting.

Administrative discipline is essential. Important dates are not tests of memory. They are scheduled obligations. They should be recorded in an online diary, with reminders and a degree of redundancy usually associated with critical infrastructure.

Timing matters. Serious discussions should not be initiated when either party is hungry, tired, or attempting to leave the house. These conditions are not conducive to reasoned exchange. Nor has the phrase “calm down” ever produced the desired effect, despite repeated field experiments.

Finally, the chairman offers a note on conflict resolution. If you are in the wrong, concede early. If you are in the right, consider whether it is worth proving. Peace is generally available at a modest price. Pride insists on paying more.

Harmony, in practice, is a series of negotiated ceasefires, punctuated by tea.


Friday, 1 May 2026

The Facts Arrive Slowly. The Assumptions Arrive Instantly

It is always the same pattern, just with different badges pinned on.

Something happens abroad. This time it is Israel, and inevitably Netanyahu is somewhere in the frame, doing what he does. The temperature rises, the coverage ramps up, and before long we are not talking about a government thousands of miles away, but about people walking to their cars in Golders Green.


The facts arrive slowly. The assumptions arrive instantly.

That is the real story, really. Before the police have even confirmed who did what, the guesses are already in circulation. The attacker must be this sort of person, must have come from that sort of place, must fit neatly into whatever narrative the commentator already favours. If the details are not yet available, that is not because they are unknown, but because they are being hidden. It all feels very certain, very quickly.

It is a curious sort of omniscience. Accusations of concealment are made before there is anything to conceal, and when the facts do eventually emerge, any overlap with the original guess is triumphantly presented as proof. One correct detail, arrived at by assumption, is treated as validation of the entire chain of reasoning. It is rather like diagnosing an engine fault by kicking the tyre, and then claiming expertise when it later turns out the battery was flat. We have all met that sort of mechanic.

Meanwhile, the more awkward facts sit quietly in the corner. The attacker turns out to be British, which rather ruins the “were they here legally” line. There is a history of violence and mental health issues, which is less politically useful and therefore less loudly proclaimed. The attack is often described as random, which leads to the next assertion that it could have been anyone.

Not quite. In a place like Golders Green, where roughly half the local population is Jewish, “anyone” already has a strong bias. And that is before you consider the obvious. If someone travels there specifically, at a time and place where Jewish people are most visible, the odds are no longer even. They are heavily tilted. What gets described as random is often nothing of the sort. It is targeted opportunity.

And even if you accept that risk, there is an obvious limit. You cannot put a police officer beside every visibly Jewish person in Golders Green, however much people seem to think that is now the standard. The expectation quietly shifts from “reduce risk” to “eliminate it entirely”, which is not something any police force has ever managed.

And then, almost immediately, the next set of demands arrives. Ban the marches. Stop the protests. Do something, anything, visibly decisive. Fair enough, up to a point. If a protest is likely to intimidate a specific group or is deliberately positioned where people cannot reasonably avoid it, then there is a case for restricting or moving it. That applies whether it is a pro-Palestine march or a crowd gathering outside asylum accommodation. The standard ought to be the same.

But consistency only gets you so far. Not every protest carries the same risk, and not every setting is comparable. A march through a city centre is one thing. A demonstration outside a place where people live or worship is another. The principle should be applied consistently, but the judgement will not always land in the same place. Treating unlike situations as identical is not fairness, it is laziness.

And then we get the broader explanation. This is all, apparently, because of Israel. There is a link, of course there is. Conflicts involving Israel raise the temperature, sharpen rhetoric, and give people something to be angry about. That anger, however, does not travel neatly. It is redirected, usually onto whoever happens to be nearest and most identifiable. It leaks, if you like, into the wrong places.

That is where the logic fails. Anger about a foreign government is applied to a local religious minority, as though the two were interchangeable. It is not a political argument, it is a category mistake dressed up as one. The same mechanism turns Islamist terrorism into suspicion of all Muslims. Visible outliers are taken as typical, and entire groups are quietly made to carry responsibility for actions they neither chose nor control. It is an old habit, really.

There is also a slightly awkward symmetry in how this plays out. Parts of the UK Jewish press, such as The Jewish Chronicle, do often take broadly supportive positions on Israel, and outsiders frequently read that as “what British Jews think”. The optics matter, even if the reality is more varied and, if you actually read it, often more argumentative than that.

But then look at the comparison. There is a UK Muslim press - The Muslim News, 5Pillars, and others - and some of it takes strong positions on foreign policy as well. Yet it is far less visible to outsiders, far less treated as representative, and far less used as a proxy for what “Muslims think”. Same country, same behaviour, entirely different treatment. Funny that.

That contrast tells you something uncomfortable. People are not applying a consistent standard. They are responding to what is most visible, most legible, and most convenient. A handful of outlets become stand-ins for entire communities, and from there it is only a short step to treating individuals as embodiments of those imagined positions. It saves thinking, which is always attractive.

We do not apply that standard evenly. When British Muslims are treated as collectively responsible for Islamist terrorism, we call it Islamophobia, quite rightly. Yet the same reasoning is quietly accepted, even indulged, when directed the other way. It is the same error, just pointed at a different target.

The truth is more prosaic and less satisfying. There has been a run of incidents. The police have increased patrols. They cannot prevent everything. Some attacks are predictable in risk but unpredictable in timing. Sometimes a violent individual decides to act, and all the systems in the world do not quite catch him in time.

Which leaves us where we started. A man is stabbed outside a synagogue, and within minutes the conversation has drifted from what happened to who we can blame, preferably in bulk. By the time the facts arrive, most people have already decided what they think, simply waiting for something they can point to as proof.

It would be nice to think we might one day reverse that order. I would not bet on it.


Thursday, 30 April 2026

A Pause, Not Rupture

There are moments in diplomacy when a country reveals, almost inadvertently, how it now sees the world. This was one of them.

I will admit to having been sceptical about the whole exercise. A state visit, heavy on ceremony and light on substance, felt like an attempt to paper over a relationship that has plainly lost some of its former solidity. Worse, it looked like an open invitation for Donald Trump to turn it into one of his set pieces, with King Charles and, by extension, Britain, cast in the role of polite but slightly awkward supporting act.


I was wrong.

Faced with an unpredictable Washington and a fraying relationship, Keir Starmer did not rely on a single grand strategy. He did something more pragmatic. He ran two in parallel. On one track, the political option. The quiet deployment of a figure like Peter Mandelson, a man whose entire career has been built on understanding power, access and leverage. A calculated gamble that skill, experience and a certain fluency in the darker arts of politics might unlock a difficult counterpart in Trump.

On the other, the constitutional route. The planned use of the King, not as decoration, but as a stabilising instrument. A different kind of influence entirely. Slower, quieter, but far harder to disrupt.

This was not confusion. It was hedging. The Mandelson track was always the more ambitious. High variance, potentially high reward. If it worked, it might have delivered real movement behind the scenes. If it failed, it would do so loudly. That risk was understood. It was part of the calculation.

What intervened was not a diplomatic misjudgement but political reality. Scandal entered the frame, and with it the loss of credibility. Whether or not the approach might have worked became irrelevant. In politics, a compromised messenger cannot carry a message. And Mandelson, with his long history and well-stocked list of enemies, would not merely have carried the message, he would have become the story, and a story that Trump would have been only too happy to exploit.

That left the royal track, which had been planned all along, to carry the weight.

And here, something interesting happened. Because the speech delivered by King Charles did not simply fill space. It was a piece of deliberate construction. Drafted within Buckingham Palace, overseen by Sir Clive Alderton, shaped by the Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Office and cleared through the Prime Minister’s office, it emerged as something closer to engineered diplomacy than conventional oratory.

Every line had a purpose. Every phrase had been weighed. And yet, none of it sounded forced.

The visit passed without incident. No rows, no theatrics, no public embarrassment. More than that, the King managed to restate a set of principles that sit uneasily with aspects of current US policy, and to do so in a way that did not trigger confrontation.

The King was not, in truth, speaking to Trump at all. He was speaking past him, to Congress, to the American system beyond the presidency.

And that worked.

Checks on executive power. The primacy of deliberation over the will of one. The necessity of alliances. Each statement harmless in isolation, quietly pointed in combination. The message delivered, the argument sidestepped. Trump was not challenged. But nor was he indulged.

And here is the mechanism. The criticism was framed in such a way that it did not demand recognition. It did not force a response. In a political environment where proximity to Trump tends to reward agreement and discourage correction, that matters. The system around him filters out dissent and amplifies affirmation. Direct challenge triggers reaction. Indirect argument, embedded in history and principle, passes through.

Whether Trump registered the rebuke is almost beside the point. Others did.

A political envoy would have had to engage directly. To persuade, to negotiate, to risk becoming part of the spectacle. Mandelson, for all his skill, would have been drawn into that dynamic and judged within it. His history, his style, his associations would all have been fair game, and very likely the main story.

The monarch cannot be drawn in like that. He has no deal to strike, no concession to offer, no position to defend in the usual sense. He stands outside the contest, and in doing so shapes its boundaries.

There is no grand irony here, just a clear demonstration of how diplomacy now works when the usual assumptions no longer hold. Britain prepared two approaches. One fell away under political pressure. The other proved not merely safe, but effective in the only arena that currently matters: the American system beyond the White House.

And that is the real point. What the speech achieved was not a reset in the present, but a signal about the future. It told America that all is not lost, that the relationship endures beyond the current moment, and that the shared values underpinning it remain intact. In effect, it was a message that this is a pause, not a rupture, and that when the present phase passes, the relationship can be rebuilt on foundations that are still there.

It does not resolve the underlying problems. The disagreements remain. The relationship is thinner, more conditional, more exposed to personality than either side would care to admit.

But it has been steadied, and placed in a longer perspective. In the current climate, that is not a small achievement.


Wednesday, 29 April 2026

The Salmon that Never Was

I opened the packet expecting salmon. Not a religious experience, just salmon. Pink, faintly oily, doing that quiet, self-confident thing salmon does when it knows it hasn’t been interfered with too much.


What I got instead was something that looked like salmon, but tasted like it had been through a committee.

This had come to us via Hay’s dad, who was heading off for the weekend and, in a moment of generosity tinged with urgency, pressed it into our hands on the basis that it might go off if left unattended. Fair enough. One respects a man trying to avoid waste. As it turns out, the sell by date is 2029, so there was perhaps a little less jeopardy than first assumed.

There it was, sitting on the plate in a small puddle of its own confusion, having been marinated in soy, garlic and curry powder, then sugared, then smoked, then, I suspect, given a pep talk about “bold flavours” before being sealed in plastic and sent out into the world. Somewhere along the way, the salmon itself appears to have slipped out the back door.

It’s an odd approach to food, when you think about it. Take an ingredient that people go out of their way to buy because it tastes of something, and then systematically remove any trace of that taste. It’s a bit like buying a decent bottle of claret and topping it up with cola, orange juice and a dash of Worcestershire sauce, just to make sure no one is troubled by the flavour of wine.

The result, in this case, is a texture best described as damp cardboard with ambition, and a flavour profile that lands somewhere between smoked mackerel and a slightly aggressive curry house. Not unpleasant in the sense that nothing is actively offensive, but deeply unsatisfying in the way that all compromise solutions are. You keep eating it, hoping the salmon might make a late appearance, but it never does.

There’s a kind of industrial logic to it. If the fish isn’t brilliant to begin with, you don’t improve it, you obscure it. Add salt, add sugar, add smoke, add anything that might distract from the fact that the central ingredient is quietly weeping in the corner. It’s the culinary equivalent of underseal on a rusty chassis. Looks solid from a distance, but you wouldn’t want to poke it too hard.

What’s slightly maddening is that salmon doesn’t need any of this. A bit of salt, a bit of restraint, perhaps the lightest touch of smoke if you must, and it does the rest itself. It’s one of the easiest things in the world to get right, provided you resist the urge to improve it.

But no. Somewhere in Canada, someone decided that what salmon really lacked was soy sauce and curry powder, and the rest of us are now living with the consequences.

I’ve got half a packet left, which, given its apparent ability to outlive us all, may yet become an heirloom. I might put it in a risotto, or mash it into fishcakes with enough lemon to remind it what it used to be. Or I might just leave it in the fridge as a warning to others.


Tuesday, 28 April 2026

When the Sums Only Matter for Someone Else

Richard Tice has been very clear that Angela Rayner cannot add up. This would carry more weight if his own companies had managed to get their corporation tax right.


Rayner’s offence is familiar enough. A muddle over council tax. Untidy, politically inconvenient, and easy to explain to anyone who has ever opened a local authority bill. It is precisely the sort of mistake that lends itself to moral outrage. Small, personal, and immediately comprehensible.

Tice has treated it as evidence of something larger. Not just an error, but a character flaw. Proof, we are invited to conclude, that Labour cannot be trusted with money.

At which point his own affairs rather intrude.

Richard Tice has been linked to a set of companies which appear to have underpaid corporation tax by around £100,000. The mechanism is not especially exotic. Income that should have been treated as taxable was instead handled as if it were tax free. Not a cunning piece of fiscal engineering. More a basic misunderstanding of how the rules apply.

That distinction matters. There is a long and tedious debate to be had about aggressive tax planning, loopholes, and the line between legal avoidance and something more dubious. This is not really that debate. This is closer to getting the sums wrong.

It is also not a one off. The issue appears across multiple companies in the same structure, all doing much the same thing in much the same way. One can make a mistake. Several entities all making the same mistake begins to look less like a slip and more like a system.

Tice’s response is that errors happen in business and can be corrected. That is true, as far as it goes. HMRC exists in part to tidy up after such things. But it does leave a slightly awkward contrast with the tone adopted towards Angela Rayner, where a single domestic error has been elevated into a general indictment of competence.

There is also the small matter of where the money goes. These companies sit within a wider structure that has channelled substantial funds into Reform UK. Which creates an unfortunate optic. Money that may not have been taxed as it should have been ends up helping to fund a political party that spends much of its time criticising others on fiscal responsibility.

None of this requires exaggeration. It is awkward enough as it stands.

What makes it more interesting is what it says about how these things are judged. A council tax error is politically lethal because everyone understands it. It is concrete. You can picture the bill, the envelope, the missed payment. It feels real.

Corporation tax, particularly when it involves property income and corporate structures, is different. It is opaque. Most people sensibly avoid thinking about it at all. Which makes it much easier to dismiss as a technicality, or to wrap in the reassuring language of “complex rules” and “professional advice”.

The result is a kind of asymmetry. Small mistakes that are easy to grasp become moral scandals. Larger ones that require a bit of explanation are treated as administrative footnotes.

Tice is hardly unique in this. It is a well established political habit. But he does illustrate it rather neatly.

If Angela Rayner’s council tax bill tells us something profound about Labour’s economic competence, then a set of companies misapplying basic tax rules might reasonably be thought to tell us something about Reform’s. If, on the other hand, one believes that these things are simply errors that can be corrected, then that principle ought to apply a little more consistently.

What does not really work is holding both positions at once.

In modern British politics, the test of economic credibility is not whether your numbers add up. It is whether your mistakes are simple enough for everyone else to understand.