We all love our families, of course we do – but at a distance. Do I really want to be locked in a room with Uncle Jeffy for two days and nights trying not to talk about Brexit?
I wanted to play Jesus the child of a humble carpenter – the Jesus who was born to be King – but also Jesus the swaddled pork snack.
Odd isn’t it that these self-styled “rebels” – should be so bothered about a blue tick on their twitter accounts. I’m fairly certain Che Guevara never lobbied the Chinese Theater for a handprint on Hollywood boulevard.
The Telegraph’s front page today paraded the Conservative MPs who dare to defy the Brexit narrative like condemned […]
Last Saturday was Polish Independence Day – and 60,000 nationalists took to the streets of Warsaw to demonstrate […]