Seymour Silk
Seymour Silk is a writer, and neighbour of Dominic Cummings.
The ecstasy of sanctimony
In defence of Dominic Cummings, by his neighbour
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Why they hated Ann Widdecombe
Fair-minded people could agree or disagree with her opinions. Left-wing bigots hated her for not abandoning them
Gary Stevenson is wrong about wealth taxes
The popular economist is irritating, but more importantly he is mistaken
Solent mean
Solent PhD student frozen out after introducing Roger Scruton into seminar
A chaplain’s vindication
The case of Dr Bernard Randall has exposed the rot in our institutions
The myth of banned books
If transgression is fun and easy, it is probably not transgressive
Was the Boriswave a Brexit betrayal?
A decade later, the public memory of Brexit’s immigration pledge is clearer than the campaign was
Farage fumbles
“Stop Farage” seems to be a more effective message than “Farage”
Dear Prudence
A reflection on the Tory Party’s historic suspicion of interventionism
In defence of lunchtime drinks
Hannah Spencer is being a tedious puritan
Wrestling with realignment
Labour will use the Irish Sea border as an excuse to realign with the EU’s rules
Herodotus and the birth of enquiry
Before there were historians, there was Herodotus — a wandering Greek determined to discover why civilisations rise and fall
The errata of history
Misprints are just one in a catalogue of literary disorders
The case against recognising Somaliland
The Somaliland lobby is being dangerously naive about the realities of the region
Save our green and pleasant land
It’s time to stop ruining Britain’s countryside with drab, identikit houses and instead build real places with focus, heart and purpose
Migrant hotels are not the real problem
The real problem with illegal immigration is at the border
