Ben Wildsmith

Let Them Eat Turnips

When you hurl yourself from an airplane and find that your parachute has been packed by a Year Nine student on work experience who only got the placement because his dad financed the company, there must, presumably, be some time to reflect.

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The Road to Tunbridge Wells

Andrew Bailey, Governor of the Bank of England, doesn’t know precisely how much he is paid[1] but it’s sufficient for him to forgo the 1.5% rise he was offered this year.

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Empty Leaders of Imaginary Voters

There are a great many things at which I am absolutely useless. If I manage to perform a task like, say, changing a lightbulb, Mrs W smiles indulgently at me as one might at a toddler who has tied his shoelaces for the first time.

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Lib-Dem to PM

Last month’s figures show that, thanks to Platty Jubes, sales in the food sector were up a whopping three per cent. Granted, this was almost entirely accounted for by alcohol, but I think we can confidently chalk this up as a Brexit benefit.

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The Knives Are Out

There’s nothing like naked ambition to reveal the inner child in a person. Dangle anyone’s deepest desire in front of them and you’ll see the raw fundamentals that drive their personality: the stuff that therapists are there for.

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Ready4Rishi

Episode 8 10 July 2022 Are you Ready4Rishi? Well, he suspected you might be as far back as December, which is when he registered the

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Antisocial Media

If you ever look at the state of the UK and wonder how we’ve got here, have a read through your local Facebook page and reflect on the terrifying reality that all those people have a vote.

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Gaslit

If there’s one thing that grinds Priti Patel’s gears more than the exploitation of innocent refugees by trafficking gangs, it’s people who disrespect the vibrant, democratic values of Rwanda.

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The Red Scare

On a fateful morning in 1926, while the crowds in Merthyr chanted ‘Caws a brioches’, their leader, Wat Tyler, appeared live on Good Morning Britain from his 400,000 groat manor in Tolpuddle.

Look at Me, Ma, I’m King of the World!

Confidence is an elusive ally in life, isn’t it? I pad downstairs at six each morning accompanied by a gnawing dread that the day’s demands will be beyond me.