In a spectacular return to form, the world’s best-known digital currency, bitcoin, witnessed another exciting milestone for the crypto community when, on the 1st December, it achieved another all-time high of $19,911 per coin. Mind, having reached the previous high three years ago, it spectacularly crashed and lots of people lost their proverbial shirt. Understandably, the question is, is it going to do so again?
In the early days of lockdown Robert Jenrick, UK Communities Secretary, broke the rules and visited his parents. Furthermore, he then admitted he’d travelled in direct contravention to all the guidelines between several of his houses, including a Grade One listed Manor House in Hertfordshire. Not quite ‘doing a Dominic’ I concede but you certainly get the picture. They both stayed in post.
Following directly on from the previous post, a key component of a democratic society is a free press and an unbiased media, and consequently within this country I genuinely believe we have every right to be justifiably proud of our very own, BBC.
You ‘d be forgiven for thinking that losing both the popular vote and the electoral college would’ve ended The Don’s assualt on truth and democracy, but not so cotton-picking fast y’hear! And don’t think today’s grudging half-hearted instruction to the General Services Administration to facilitate the transfer of power fundamentally changes his opposition to the election result, as it doesn’t. If anything, the guy’s just hitting his stride.
To the list of things we all consider ourselves to be supremely talented at: driving, s*x and interviewing, I need to proffer another, cooking. I have wrongly considered myself to be a bit hot in the kitchen but it’s time to eat these words. Despite my weighty and ever-growing collection of largely unread cookbooks, left to my own my culinary devices it’s become obvious that my go-to lockdown staples consist of the same four dishes, three of them featuring pasta with some form of slippery sauce.
The news concerning the arrival of the world’s first coronavirus vaccine being just around the corner, and the subsequent outpouring of unbridled joy, made me consider the psychology and importance of ‘firsts’ in our lives. First bicycle, first kiss, first job, first brief-encounter, first redundancy, first born – irrespective of water-under-the-bridge these heady experiences never truly disappear and you can be instantly transported back by the slightest of tick or action.
The pandemic has dramatically changed our ways of living and interacting. During the last six or seven months I’ve spoken to people who are blasé in the extreme and still doubt the existence of the virus, to individuals who remain terrified of catching it and have seldom ventured out, and to an unlucky few who hope they catch it and it kills them, so demoralised and defeated they have become.
The American Dream is personified by the long-held and oft-quoted maxim that states “Anyone can grow up to be president.” The idea is that from relatively humble beginnings, anyone can rise to the highest office in the nation and the last two incumbents, Barack Obama and Donald J Trump certainly prove this to be the case.
A couple of months ago I posted a missive concerning The Donald being able to neither choose his friends nor family as both had royally rounded upon him in deeply disturbing and revealing exposes. Therefore, just to show there’s no transatlantic bias I feel duty-bound to comment on Tom Bower’s recently published ‘Boris Johnson: The Gambler’, which sets out to throw some light on why the PM is like he is. And to get to the nub, it’s all because of his father, Stanley.
After yet another round of unproductive Brexit negotiations fail to break the trade deadlock it’s time to accept ‘no-deal’ as the only possible outcome. Before last year’s landslide election, Boris Johnson boasted he had an “oven-ready deal” but the only thing emerging from his kitchen is the smell of something burning. As it transpired, this proved to be the culinary equivalent of his testing moon-shot. The sticking point is not, as is widely publicised, our fish supper, but state aid.