CSM EDITORIAL
The Prime Minister Sir Keir Starmer has said recently that there may be an ‘issue with young boys and men’ around toxic masculinity.
Three fires. Three arrests. One Prime Minister.
Maybe he has a point.
The sequence is as follows:
May 8, 2025 – A car, once owned by Sir Keir Starmer and since sold to a neighbour, is set alight in Kentish Town.
May 11, 2025 – The front door of a flat in Islington, where Starmer once resided, is similarly ignited.
May 12, 2025 – A fire erupts at the entrance of another Starmer-linked property in Kentish Town.
The Metropolitan Police, in their infinite wisdom, have classified this as a matter for the Counter Terrorism Command—though whether this is due to genuine concern or an institutional reflex to label anything vaguely mysterious as ‘terrorism’ remains unclear.
Three men have been detained. Among them: Roman Lavrynovych, 21, a Ukrainian national (above centre) and, we are told, a builder and roofer by trade. The others—a 26-year-old seized at Luton Airport and a 34-year-old plucked from Chelsea.
There is a rumour these striking young individuals were working as rent boys.
Rumours abound:
Could these fires be the work of jilted paramours? A scorned Ukrainian rent boy, perhaps, exacting revenge for promises of visas unfulfilled, or worse—for being addressed as ‘mate’ the morning after?
The democratically-elected Prime Minister should answer these questions:
- Why should the Prime Minister’s properties attract such singular attention from Ukrainian youths? If this were the work of disgruntled constituents, one might understand it. But foreigners? The implications are… inconvenient.
- What manner of leader finds himself so vulnerable to the grievances of such men? A Prime Minister ought to be compromised by bankers or spies, not by—if the rumours contain even a grain of truth—discontented companions of the night.
- Why the theatrical display of marital bliss during the election, if other entanglements might explain these fires? After all, wives make excellent screens, but smoke eventually curls around the edges.
Lavrynovych denies wrongdoing. One wonders what business a Ukrainian builder had loitering about the Prime Minister’s former homes at unsociable hours. Was he taking measurements? Admiring the brickwork? Or does Starmer’s taste in home improvements extend to exotic labour of another sort?
The specifics are, of course, the province of whispers—but whispers, like fire, have a way of spreading.
As always, the apparatus of power responds in its predictable ways:
- The terrorism designation—a magical incantation that justifies any excess, any budget, any suspension of curiosity.
- The official silence—thick as the smoke over Kentish Town, and just as likely to obscure the truth.
If these fires represent nothing more than coincidental vandalism, let the Prime Minister say so plainly. If something more combustible underlies them, the nation deserves to know before the next property goes up in flames.
A leader whose homes burn so regularly might consider fireproofing his past – or at least his explanations.
The British people deserve answers.