Stephen Twigg: a policy of non policy?

by Lucy Reese.

If you wanted any more evidence that the Tories wanted to turn the clock back to about 1930, look no further than this week’s announcement of the Ebacc (the Gove level). Just as my dad (who’s in his 80s) had to complete a school certificate – a bundle of different subjects – 21st century school […]

Labour party conference: we need to talk about women

by Lucy Reese.

Earlier this summer I was given a fantastic opportunity. I was selected as a delegate for the constituency of Holborn and St Pancras at this year’s Labour Party conference in Manchester. I was very excited at the time – it’s always nice to be chosen – but it all seemed a long way off. Something […]

This is what Jeremy Hunt thinks of the NHS

by Lucy Reese.

I was in a meeting this morning when the news of the latest Cabinet reshuffle (excuse me if I think that sounds like public schoolboy slang for something rather sinister) was announced. So forgive me if I am a little late to the general outrage over the appointment of Jeremy Hunt. Please excuse me if […]

Kept awake by Govey

by Lucy Reese.

Before you start assuming the very worst, let you remind you all that I have not really slept properly since March 2005; it’s called having three young children, all of whom are terrible sleepers. I explored this topic a few months ago on my own blog. My sleep – always pretty bad – is currently beyond […]

Assange: no superhero

by Lucy Reese.

Julian Assange. I won’t say that I don’t think the work he did with WikiLeaks was totally awesome and incredibly important, yet as I’ve argued before, I have many reservations towards Assange the person – or rather the persona he projects to the world. Possibly this is because I was slightly underwhelmed when I saw […]

Not the messiah

by Lucy Reese.

Yesterday was my birthday, and my very kind friend Lilah gave me one of the best birthday presents ever – surprise tickets to see the one and only Russell Brand. If I was being mean, I would say Russell was out on the prowl looking for sex – he’s been quite open about this tendency […]

So long Louise…

by Lucy Reese.

I’m not usually one to agree with Norman Tebbit, but I kind of agree that one of the problems with someone like Mensch being parachuted into a constituency where she has no ties – her constituency, Corby is a working class former steel town in Northants – is that when the going gets tough, there are no real reasons to hang on in there.

High street horrors

by Lucy Reese.

You’ll be pleased to know that I reconsidered buying a pair of very short shorts in Topshop yesterday – only to go online and buy a pair from George at Asda instead. I buy a lot from George – especially for the boys. It’s cheap – why it’s so cheap is a matter I choose not to dwell on. Asda may not be owned by Green – unlike Miss Selfridge or Dorothy Perkins – but it is owned by Wal Mart, another liberal bugbear, who you can see are not very nice.

Red, white, (purple) or blue? Just Labour

by Lucy Reese.

It was an event I’d been looking forward to for a while – a debate on the future of Labour. The speakers were Owen Jones (needs no introduction), Richard Angell of Progress and Patrick McFarlane of so-called Blue Labour.

In the shadow of Dame Shirley

by Lucy Reese.

The transformation of London into some kind of theme park for the rich makes me both very sad and very angry. Our country’s economy is so wildly unbalanced that a disproportionate amount of jobs are in London, yet the people who do them cannot afford to live here.

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