Reflections on Houellebecq

BY ANDREW MOODY This is an example of the rational if nihilistic worldview of Legion de Honour (France’s highest literary prize) winner Michel Houellecbecq from his 1994 first novel Whatever: “It’s a fact, I mused to myself, that in societies like ours sex truly represents a second system of differentiation, completely independent of money; and as a system of differentiation it functions just as mercilessly. … Continue reading Reflections on Houellebecq

TIG is Pointless

BY ANDREW MOODY Yesterday’s news that TIG MPs are being thrown off select committees marks the beginning of the end for this group of “People’s Vote” campaigners. The Ex-Labour ones are already in the process of being unseated by Momentum. The Ex-Tory ones are not welcome in their own constituencies. In short, TIG is gone. Why? They are merely an extension of the EU – … Continue reading TIG is Pointless

Oscars Devalued

BY ANDREW MOODY Spike Lee’s Oscar speech was as politically charged as possible: “Make the moral choice between love versus hate. Let’s do the right thing!” He was of course referring to the 2020 presidential election around the corner and Hollywood’s desperate desire to dethrone Trump. This is no doubt why Lee – a mediocre filmmaker at best but political dynamite nonetheless – won a … Continue reading Oscars Devalued

Working Class Toynbee of Toynbee Hall

BY ANDREW MOODY Now that Jeremy Corbyn has publicly supported a second Brexit referendum, I’d like to flash back to 1972. Coppola’s The Godfather was the smash hit of the summer, Nixon was two years away from impeachment, Edward Heath was Conservative Prime Minister and unemployment (which kicked off the punk movement) exceeded 1,000,000 for the first time since the 1930s. At this time, the … Continue reading Working Class Toynbee of Toynbee Hall

Dear Trump

BY ANDREW MOODY English celebrities aren’t a patch on our American cousins. The teeth! The collagen injections! The breast enhancements! The penile implants! Us Brits prefer curling up with our smartphones tweeting sarcastic comments about Brexit (Pro or Remain, your choice) whilst farting into our favourite sofa cushion. Those that want to actually crack the media industry need to be six foot classically trained beauties … Continue reading Dear Trump

4 Rounds

BY ANDREW MOODY Yesterday I had my fourth bout of ECT (Electro Convulsive Therapy) – so-called because they pass an electrical current through your brain while you are unconscious. Where I once tried to put a positive spin on it, I am now firmly against the procedure, owing to irritability, confusion and memory loss that does not look like fading away – not to mention … Continue reading 4 Rounds

Homeless in Haunted London

BY ANDREW MOODY In the haze between exhaustion, sleep and consciousness, I feel something tapping my foot. It’s pouring with freezing rain, and I’m curled up in a ball by a bus stop somewhere in Aldwych. I’m penniless, no bus or train pass, no way of returning to the acute ward I absconded from some days ago, walking for hours and hours sobbing through the … Continue reading Homeless in Haunted London