My shirts reeked of onions; my father hated the ‘phoney Tudor windows’. That flat will always mean home | Michael Rosen
It's strange and obvious that 62 years after I left the north London flat where I grew up, I still consider it home. I still remember the phone number: Pinner 1826. You can walk around the apartment in your head, tracing your hand over the “distemper” on the bathroom wall or another Parisian wallpaper. You […]
Labour is still in its ‘phoney’ period. Far tougher tests await in autumn | Martin Kettle
IIn Britain, in September 1939, it became known as the Phony War. Hitler invaded Poland and war was declared. But for months there was little military action. At home, the country was on a war footing. But this was not yet the decisive moment. That moment would come later, one that would last for years […]