The Scandal on our Doorstep

It is a troubling, stormy afternoon as I settle down to write this piece. Outside my relatively water-proof sea-facing windows the sky is an ominous shade of purple slicked with yellow; a bruise across the landscape, squatting thick and malevolent on the Rock. Malevolent. It seems an appropriate word to spring to mind on the …

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