David King

  When I need to visit London, I go by train from Welwyn North.  It’s a very good service, with only a handful of stops before reaching King’s Cross in about 25 minutes, and while I’m settling myself into my surprisingly comfortable seat (ergonomists and osteopaths may well have been consulted) the automated announcer ‘welcomes’

‘Thou shouldst not have been old before thou wert wise.’  With this admonishment, Shakespeare’s Fool reminds Lear that he has failed in one of life’s supreme goals, namely that with age we should acquire wisdom.  It’s a test which the President-elect of the Untied States seems signally to have failed.  Furthermore, it’s said that he

One spring morning in 1966, Macduff and I (no, not that Macduff, silly), Leslie Macduff and I were on our way back to the main part of camp from the ‘lats’, as they were known, which we had by chance both simultaneously visited, when we passed the District Commissioner for Scouting heading in the opposite

A few years ago, Labour’s Peter Kyle made a stand against the abuse he’d been getting for his spelling errors on Twitter, which he described as ‘an unforgiving place for people with unseen challenges’. He’s dyslexic. He’d previously come to wider public attention during the long period of Commons constipation under Theresa May, when they