BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN He is seventy-seven, and he has never missed a Sunday. Let that land. He locks the church at 5:45, unlocks it at 6:00, and in the fifteen minutes between, fifteen minutes of silence, of solitude, of the only intimacy he has ever truly wanted, he polishes the brass as though God keeps score in microns. His name is Geoffrey Thistlethwaite, which he … Continue reading The Sacristan
BY STEPHEN PAX LEONARD Reggie’s uncle, the Earl of Bitchfield, had become a backwoodsman. His days were numbered. The last of the remaining hereditary peers were on the chopping block. Centuries of skilful statecraft, high intrigue, prudence and inter-generational wisdom had been replaced by the get-rich-quick, affluent tom-toms and a motley crew of DEI merchants. Oh, the joys of ‘inclusion’. The doors had been opened … Continue reading Changing of the Guard
BY STEPHEN PAX LEONARD Reggie pranced around the sitting room in old Uncle Teddy’s peignoir. ‘Now, where is that dash rifle of mine?’, he muttered angrily. ‘Enough of this absurd woke nanny-state nonsense trying to consign our innocent school-boy japes to history’, he huffed. The front door clunk shut. It was the housekeeper. ‘Good morning, Mr Reggie’, offered Mrs Daddywood cheerily. She opened the door … Continue reading What Next for the Woke Nanny State?
