In December 2029, the UK’s National Health Service shut down permanently, without any protest. It had been replaced by the free of charge, private sector National Elf Service, now emulated across the globe.
Happy days are back: it's the start of the soccer season. As regular readers will know, the Premier League is not only a favourite entertainment for me, but a source of life wisdom in vivid allegorical form.
When I’m away on holiday, I read books set in the country where I’m staying. So I savoured this one in New York City, where it’s partly set. This is a passionately written, bittersweet novel, very much an American counterpart to Brideshead Revisited.
It was in a lull in a long meeting recently that I realised that I was musing on the symbolic significance of the Northern Line. This is where, after twenty-one miles of tunnel, the Tube emerges into daylight: much as a travailing soul find illumination after the long darkness…