I said then, and I say now, that while there is a lower class, I am in it, and while there is a criminal element I am of it, and while there is a soul in prison, I am not free.

At the beginning of last year there was a minor kerfuffle about my favourite character in politics, Dominic Cummings. At the time, I wrote something about his project to hire a bunch of teenagers to do... something and break employment law (which ended up going about as well as you'd

2019 saw a lot of people—friends, acquaintances, people I was trying to hand leaflets to in the street—asking me a question. That question was: why are the Labour Party running against Caroline Lucas in Brighton Pavilion? Two pieces of context before I continue: I was the constituency secretary

The most powerful feeling that extremely middle-class people have isn't revulsion, snobbery or insecurity. It's a curious sensation that can best be boiled down to "why wasn't I consulted?"