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2022i4, Tuesday: Weight matters.
Weight isn't just a matter of physics. It's a matter of heart.
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2022i2, Sunday: details.
The best and worst things in life. They trip you up, if missed. They redeem your soul, if marked.
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2021xi4, Thursday: Once upon a time…
Let me tell you a story. I think it’s about corruption. But do decide for yourself.
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2021x28, Thursday: Words and weasels.
Words change the world. Sometimes they do so as a result of malice aforethought. Maybe, just maybe, there's a word for that...
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2021x18, Monday: Your right to say it.
Three days ago, someone murdered David Amess. We were political poles apart; and yet he strove to be my representative. We owe it to him to remember these are not mutually exclusive.
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2021ix11, Saturday: 20 years.
Two decades on from a terrible day, I can't help remembering - alongside the sick horror - a feeling of professional pride. Does that make me a monster? I don't think so.
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2021ix9, Thursday: the truth behind the lie.
Anyone can lie with statistics. But buried in the numbers backing up the BS, the truth that rebuts it can often be found. And fashioning that into a compelling story can be shockingly effective.
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2021viii19, Thursday: A failure of trust.
A brace of Court of Appeal cases highlight both some fascinating litigation points - and why charitable trustees need to trust themselves, and their friends, a little less.
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2021viii10, Tuesday: When 1≠1.
A judge makes the point I've been dying for someone to make about bundle page numbering: make the numbers match. Or suffer the (cost) consequences.
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2021vii31, Saturday: Ours, theirs, and attribution.
Our minds play tricks on us. All the time. One trick is particularly pernicious - but recognising it can change the world.
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2021vii26, Monday: now read this.
Not my stuff, obviously. But the piece I'm linking to - entitled "I just learned I only have months to live. This is what I want to say" - is breathtaking. Do yourself a favour. Please.
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2021vii25, Sunday: Take me home.
I spent my Saturday lost in music. Oh sweet Jesus. It was... wonderful.