So the other night, I was hanging round the internet, looking for beef, as you do, when I spotted a tweet that made my blood pressure rise. Matthew Goodwin, the politics professor who made his name predicting the rise of Ukip and then ate his own book live on television, had suggested that, so many months after Brexit and Trump, liberals were still struggling to get back in the game.
As far as Brexit is concerned, Labour can agree on what words to say, but is divided over what they mean. The party’s position is to retain “the exact same benefits” of membership of the European Union, with a Brexit that puts “jobs first”.
Arts venue mugs off a generation, elder member of said generation mugs off the arts venue. And so the cycle continues.
It’s minor political party time as I dig into the weirder bits of UK electoral history for the NS.
Is Suicide Squad objectively the worst film ever to have won an Oscar? I decided to find out.
I have achieved my final form and turned the magazine you read when you drink alone in a Wetherspoons in some brilliant #content for the New Statesman!
Here’s me bitching about that stupid viral video where Simon Sinek pretends to be sad about millennials not having alarm clocks.
Imagine a dystopian world in which I was asked to evaluate how plausible the premises in the first two series of Black Mirror were.
For some reason the New Statesman have allowed me to make a passionate defence of the work of some actor called Nicolas Cage.