Note from ed: this article was written before the Your Party conference – after the chaos of conference weekend, its conclusion is even starker. It’s Tuesday evening in Manchester, and I’m attending a Your Party rally where Jeremy Corbyn is speaking, just before conference this weekend. Le...
Derby University is sleepwalking into a disaster of its own making. No, I’m not being dramatic at all. Years of short-term thinking and reactionary decision-making have left the university in a perilous state, and the chickens are now coming home to roost. The university has announced plan...
Monday morning in Dalmarnock, Glasgow and a crowd forms outside of a local school — in what appears to be a divisive-and frankly confused-protest regarding asylum seekers accessing education. Four local asylum seekers attend weekly literacy classes on school grounds and some local parents...
It’s been a few weeks now since fascist Nick Tenconi brought UKIP to Sheffield, as reported by the Canary. After ousting Nick and his rabble, the city came together. Over 50 different organisations held a unity rally — standing up to the right and denouncing their divisive tactics. Sheffie...
In Northampton last Tuesday, police arrested nine dangerous criminals for holding cardboard signs in the rain. There was a gaggle of witnesses alongside me. Passersby stopped to see what all the fuss was about. A few organisers, some supporters and a handful of wellbeing officers. Forty-od...
On Saturday 8 November, Sheffield played host to Nick Tenconi, UKIP, his cronies, and a sea of far-right YouTube personalities; police facilitated chaos on the streets from several different forces: There was the unmistakable smell of gammon in Sheffield. A queue of them was already making...
I’m on the train, just leaving Birmingham. Thursday 6 November was the first time I’ve been accosted by someone for wearing a keffiyeh. It’s ringing in my ears now, a poignant way to round off a night spent covering the demonstration at Villa Park for the European fixture against Maccabi T...
The interview starts badly. I was just thinking we could go to Nero’s? Nero’s… I mean, I know we aren’t super tight yet, but I thought it was obvious I’m a champagne socialist. I only drink my coffee if it’s been roasted, ground, and barista’d by some dungaree-slash-adjustable-corduroy-bea...
I can never help but get excited like a child when I come back to Edinburgh. She was my first home, and she’s never once failed to make my stomach drop when I emerge from Waverley. Once upon a time you’d have found me busking on the cobbles down at the Cowgate on a weekend...