Fred Blogs

When I was twelve years old a schoolfriend confessed to me that he would like to kill someone with his bare hands. “I wish people fough...

To the Trump steak, the Trump Tower, Trump University and a dozen other tawdry innovations associated with the man we can rather unex...

The debate about anitsemitism on the Left has descended into a murky fog of war, familiar to anyone who has had to argue a...

The Left has never had much cause for optimism. For about three months in 1918 it might have looked like a genuine worldwide revolution coul...

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a human face impotently shouting at another human face, forever. It is said that where Amer...

Natalie Bennett's interview today raises several questions, not least about what the hell the Greens were thinking when they decided...

Mental health is not a topic I particularly want to write about on this blog. It's getting talked about a lot more these days, which...

I went to school in a place called Sevenoaks, the very exemplar of those strange little Home Counties towns built to store rich people w...

If history had a screenwriter, they would be extremely bad at remembering to make things comprehensible to the casual viewer. Case in po...

Tomorrow marks the end of Germany: Memories of a Nation  at the British Museum, an exhibition so good it has proved in my mind that a we...

A riddle: how many times must you poke a Muslim before he becomes used to it?  I have no answer to that one, actually. Neither do any ...

We've seen a bunch of paeans in the wake of Paris to the wonder of satire  in western culture, to how we have always responded so br...

It is with great regret and not a little fury that I follow a post about France and its ability to withstand endless punches by marking ...