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I Was A Juror. Lammy’s Proposals Are Misguided.
Never has time felt more like a construct than in the jurors waiting room at Wolverhampton Crown Court – once inside, you’d be hard pushed to guess the decade let alone how long you’d be kept waiting. There are three clocks dotted along the pale blue walls and no television; the Wi-Fi works (just about). Fifties-style dinner ladies are arbitrarily summoned by a bell to dish out fish fingers, chips, and beans whilst queues spring up at the vending machines for hot drinks that
Kate Bevan
Dec 12, 20255 min read


Can Blairite Veterans Mend the Special Relationship?
The UK is at a pivotal juncture. Keir Starmer’s Government is ushering in several ‘New Labour’ personnel, a move that harkens back to the...
Louis Gilmore
Nov 13, 20243 min read
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