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26 March 2015

The stripping by Pope Francis of Cardinal Keith O’Brien’s rights and privileges of his office, coupled with an admission by his successor Archbishop Leo Cushley that his behaviour had made the Catholic Church in Scotland “less credible”, might not be enough, sadly, to bury this sorry affair and let healing begin.

26 March 2015

Rarely has there been so much uncertainty about Britain’s political future or such a lack of confidence in the democratic process. The polls show that the two major parties are level, as various smaller parties jockey to maximise their influence. The serious degree of political disillusionment among the public may ...

Columnists

26 March 2015

Benjamin Netanyahu cut an imperial figure when he appeared before thousands of supporters in Tel Aviv last week. Having just achieved a fourth election victory against all the odds, the Israeli Prime Minister was in no mood for modesty or magnanimity.

26 March 2015

Both Tony Blair and Richard III were in the news this week. One, a monster of duplicity, with an eye on power alone, accused by his enemies of responsibility for numberless deaths. The other, a pious medieval king.

26 March 2015

Recently I met a young woman who suffered from anorexia. She told me how her illness made her dishonest (people with this disorder often lie about how much they eat) and about how she made life hell for her family for many years. “I hope you don’t think I’m a horrible person,” she said eventually.

26 March 2015 by Michael Canaris

We’ve had a spell of wet weather here and, as in most other places, the local meteorologists take a verbal lashing when they are wrong about the forecast, and one is caught unawares.

26 March 2015

The Badger lay on the roadside verge. Snout tucked under paws, back arched comfortably, he seemed to be sleeping. When I got close, I saw his eyes were open but lifeless. A trick of death had gentled the snarling jaw to a smile. The car must have hit him in the night. Primroses rose on the bank behind him. A queen bumble bee, freshly woken from winter, buzzed by.