“The British Parliament is, and always has been, the constitution. The doctrine of Parliamentary sovereignty reflected this fact, that no power exists above Parliament – as the Monarch, Lords and Commons in one. This was undone entirely by New Labour.” Me for The Mallard 🦆.

saw this Amazon truck on the highway back to Georgia & this seems ominous, like something only an evil company in a cyberpunk dystopia would say

Staying put makes all things new Leaving makes everywhere the same

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*forgot to add that he ate a kebab on the way home 😖

As devotees of Schopenhauer, Wagner called his mistress Vorstell (Representation), and she called him Will. I don't advise doing this.

Not really following the Tory leadership contest, but the bits that I see make me think the whole thing should be focused around who will actually do the stuff they talk about, as that was where it went so abysmally wrong - not proposals, but the total lack of will to carry them

Elon is storing your most controversial likes in preparation for a big worldwide reveal which will usher in the apocalypse

Every society has blasphemy laws. Not if but which.

Americans joining the WW2 revisionism discourse late, and long after things were already well underway. Funny that.

A thousand years of English history and tradition to be destroyed by joyless managerialism.

I visited to the Tate Modern resolved not to notice all the silly ideological posturing and then end-up writing a piece about it for The Critic, but I decisively failed. thecritic.co.uk/embrace-your-i…

Inwards empire — Jacob Phillips tours his mind palace thecritic.co.uk/embrace-your-i…

This is great. I like the idea of inner exile and also raises the possibility of an inner headquarters.

Jacob Phillips The Critic A good summary of why I avoid such art galleries. I get so annoyed by the accompanying text that I can't appreciate the art. I want the artist's name, the subject and date of the painting and a brief factual biography of the painter. That's it.

Ps 92.7

Piccadilly Circus 1979. Pre-social media, the city streets were frenetic, chaotic, and unpredictable. You never knew what you might see, and who you'd encounter. There'd always be some madcap weirdness going on, and some sort of high jinx to get involved with. This has all gone.

To appreciate modern galleries and museums we have to embrace our inner exiles, reflects Jacob Phillips thecritic.co.uk/embrace-your-i…