Duncan Hothersall

I am a sad old man. I admit it. But I am worried that ideological purity should be the test for becoming a Labour candidate. That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees – Those dying generations – at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and … [Read more...] about No country for old men