When Bedford Went to Ottawa

This post was first published on Smutathon.com on 28th September 2019. Now reposted here His Twitter followers come and go, at least the vast majority that you either don’t know in real life or interact with to any great extent online. I long ago stopped keeping track of who had followed me or unfollowed me, but it was nonetheless a very pleasant surprise, a few … Continue reading When Bedford Went to Ottawa

Sex Work and the not so Libertarians

Matt Ridley of The Times can generally be relied to write nonsense, which is maybe not surprising as his late father Nicholas Ridley never said much that wasn’t nonsense.  Ridley pere’s ideological loyalty to Margaret Thatcher did not save his political career as the gaffes mounted up and she decided he had to go. Father and son Ridley both considered themselves libertarians and in an … Continue reading Sex Work and the not so Libertarians

Looking Back on 2018

One of the most extraordinary things about 2018 was the hysteria that met some fairly modest Government proposals to allow transgender people to obtain a Gender Recognition Certificate by self declaration rather than by the current demeaning process of having a Gender Recognition Panel. From the reaction of the mainstream media and the radical feminist lobby you would never guess that half of all Gender … Continue reading Looking Back on 2018

The Policeman in the Bedroom

It is nearly three years since I stumbled on the debates about sex work and its legal status and following the arguments about Rhoda Grant’s attempt to criminalise the purchase of sex in Scotland was certainly an education. This was particularly true of reading the cogent, well informed responses to the consultation by opponents of the proposal. Two and a half years on two responses … Continue reading The Policeman in the Bedroom

A Sex Worker Set in Stone

This is a picture of the Puppet Theatre in the Polish city of Wroclaw. The fine neo-Baroque building was built in the 1890s when the city was called Breslau and belonged to Germany. It was originally built as a sort of Chamber of Commerce building and there is an interesting story behind the two stone figures who hold up the entrance portal. The left hand one … Continue reading A Sex Worker Set in Stone

Hoping that ToMorrow Never Comes

A look out of the window at the greyness that cloaked the Midlands today tells me that  time has moved on from last summer. Some things seem not to have changed. Unfortunately one of them is the quality of responses to consultations on proposals to criminalise the purchase of sex. Last summer it was Scotland, this time round it is Northern Ireland. I did blog … Continue reading Hoping that ToMorrow Never Comes