Diary of a Dissenter: A Week From My Window

‘Write as if you were dead.’

'Freedom Day!'


Yesterday it struck me that, exactly 22 years before, I had been sitting on a bench in the park at Primrose Hill in London, on a day exactly as incongruously sunny as it has been for the past couple of days. I had just come from the Royal Court of Justice, where I was at the time almost continuously embroiled in proceedings of a pr…

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