In his fortnightly column MARK SEDDON reflects on the death of Major Oak and why such ancient trees matter to us
We interrupt this column to bring you an urgent appeal from the Guild of Scribblers, Pontificators, Intellectuals and Nit-pickers.
It has recently been brought to our attention that your so-called columnist, a certain “Paddy McGuffin” if that is his name, which we very much doubt, has had the temerity to, not once but on numerous occasions, call into question the honesty, veracity and sober nature of our guild members and their noble tradition.
This must be stamped out with extreme prejudice, as we should have done with Gutenberg, who allowed every reprobate and rabble-rouser access to the printed word.
Although this production was in rehearsal before the playwright’s death, it allows us to pay homage to his life, suggests MARY CONWAY
Once again, working people have been betrayed with false promises about jobs in an industry that is actually making climate change worse, writes LINDA PENTZ GUNTER
The summer saw the co-founders of modern communism travelling from Ramsgate to Neuenahr to Scotland in search of good weather, good health and good newspapers in the reading rooms, writes KEITH FLETT


