Diary of a Dissenter: A Week From My Window

Can our civilisation madden itself to the point of recovering its sanity, like an alcoholic drinking himself sober?

Cometh the Pride Reich!

SATURDAY

In or about 42 years ago, back in the Grey Castle, a friend and I decided to start up a local branch of the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament (CND) with a vague ambition to assist in saving the world from atomic Armageddon. We hadn’t much of a clue, but our hearts were ‘in the right place’, which is to say under our shirts.…