It has been a decade since two million people turned out on the streets of London to tell Tony Blair that his war in Iraq was not in our name. I remember that cold February day, assembling by Cleopatra’s Needle (another throwback to Britain’s colonial past) with my hippy friends. The moment I arrived, I […]
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Sixteen years of age, a naive young activist who’d read a bit of Marx and wanted to make the world a better place, I was walking along Lowestoft high street when I encountered a stall of scruffy-looking men campaigning against the impending Afghanistan war who were saying all the things I identified with. They called
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I watched Zero Dark Thirty last night with increasing unease and disgust. And not just because of the brutal torture scenes. My real problem with this Oscar and Golden Globe nominated “historical drama”, which has won near-universal critical acclaim, is that it is essentially little more than a cheap revenge flick that has pulled the
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