Scales of Justice

High above the Central Court of England and Wales, commonly known as The Old Bailey, standing tall and straight, a sword pointing to the heavens in her right hand, a pair of scales hanging from her left, her feet resting on the globe beneath them, her spiky crown...

A Fair COP?

My childhood was spent in rural East Anglia: the 1950s and early 60s when the post-war push for food production encouraged arable farmers to invest in bigger machines to harvest bigger crops; and bigger fields meant the removal of hedges. ‘Grubbing out’, thus...

Melting Pot

I had hoped to write this if not before then during Refugee Week, which the UNHCR package I received prior to it, informed me was June 17-23, but family commitments prevented me from doing so. Though I did display the enclosed poster on my sitting-room window, were it...