Early one morning last week I saw two wild rabbits in the garden. One was the usual wild rabbit colour. This was the other one. His black fur helped emphasise his elegant form but I fear it may make him an easy prey
The Last Fiction of Keir Starmer
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*Paul Knaggs writes:*
There is a particular kind of lie that does not trouble itself to argue
with the truth. It simply replaces it.
On Monday morning, Si...
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