I did something pretty wicked while waiting for our Chinese takeaway yesterday evening. I read the the Daily Telegraph. A paradoxical organ. Like many things, I want to hate it; to dismiss it as part of the Other Side. But the older you get, the more blurred the lines become. A permanent miasma of indignation hovers over the barricades, and you sometimes forget which side you said you were currently on, and which direction that gun is supposed to be pointing.… READ MORE.... …