Alongside this run changes in attitudes to ANZAC Day. A feeling that there were wars here, on this land, that have not been acknowledged. Because many people were killed to achieve this (former) outpost of Britain. A feeling that ANZAC Day must be a day to call for peace, not to bathe in warlike waters, while still respectfully remembering the people who died in the two World Wars. A feeling that we also need to remember Korea, Vietnam, and Iraq,.... How can we frame ANZAC Da

She, Melania is also a woman, who exists in a world fundamentally similar to the one Epstein’s victims live in. Maybe she woke up last Thursday and realised she’d been groomed and trafficked, passed around between male friends as a commodity. We know how many decades it takes for survivors to reach that point, don’t we?

Autumn feels, chocolate eggs, spiced buns, and a reminder that torture always was and always will be evil. And an antidote to the way the world is: Bill Nighy's pod, ill-advised.

This is the story, refracted into a million parts by pretty words, analytical words, apologetic words, words of denial and buck passing - 'I wasn’t there' - we don’t believe you 'I didn’t go' - we don’t believe you 'I didn’t see' - we don’t believe you 'Nothing 'untoward' ever happened when I was there' - we don’t believe you. We believe the children and the women. It is their story.

But it is not a peace plan. The whole world saw that in a nano second. It is merely the coda to Netanyahu’s forever stated determination to smash and decimate Palestine in Gaza and take over the territory fully. Humanity cannot bear the personal and collective consequences of the evil enacted in this genocide. For generations we will feel the trauma it has created.

The much flaunted ‘it is what it is’ or ‘the world is like that’ hit me as spiritual bypasses. Being urged to cheer up when you’re in deep grief. No, we have to allow our grief, our anger, our disappointment, our rage and frustration and then call on all the resources we have within ourselves, and by connection with friends and family, and political action, being in community, loving relentlessly, with gratitude for goodness, and pushing through with militant kindness. This i

...every time things seem to be sorting out, something else comes along to mess it up again, because that’s how life is, particularly for vulnerable people of all kinds ...

Israel is the apparently unimpeachable former victim turned rampant perpetrator, blessed only with protectors, not stopped by flame facers, or only ones they murder.