In the dampened light of an overcast spring Saturday, I watched two figures stride past the bust of Nelson Mandela at the side of the Royal Festival Hall. They were the vanguard of the 'Defend London's NHS' protest which had gathered at the foot of the stairs just south of...

Sometimes sorry seems to be the hardest word - at least, it was for one Prime Minister this week as David Cameron refused to apologise to for the Amritsar Massacre.

The Massacre, also known as the Jallianwala Bagh Massacre, is an uncontested fact of this country's empire....

As a state-school graduate, I am used to having my alma mater and her affiliates criticised. They underachieve, they overachieve (due to teacher manipulation), they're broken, all the girls are pregnant at thirteen and no alumni will ever be prime minister. Things have reached such depths that Nick Clegg is...

Maybe it was naive. Naive to believe that things would be different. That we weren't going to be back in exactly the same place four months on.

But the Olympic spirit got to us all. When the young, unknown athletes lit the Olympic flame at the opening ceremony it...

Forget I <3 NY, for me, it's all about I <3 EU.

Posturing over a referendum on Britain's EU membership is the political order of the day, and accusations of Euro-human-rights-madness-keeping-murderers-and-rapists-on-our-streets abound: euro-scepticism is having a moment. MEP bashing up, Europhilia down.

But on trend or not,...

Today the twitter account @ididnotreport1 has been posting anonymous tweets from people who have been the victims of sexual assault but not reported it to the police. These fragments of stories speak of fear, of a belief - or experience - that victims won't be listen to, and guilt.

On Monday, protesters gathered outside Facebook's European headquarters in Dublin. Similar demonstrations happened at over 30 locations across the world. Those who gathered weren't angry about privacy settings, or about the introduction of the timeline, but because photographs of users breastfeeding had been removed from the site.

Of...

Dear Sarko and Barack,

I know you're both having a bad day, what with people talking about how you badmouthed a fellow world leader when you thought your microphones were off and all, but I wanted to tell you that last week, on a train, I spoke to my...

When I was six years old, my parents were call into the headmaster's office. The results of my year two SATs were in and I had performed dismally. It was likely, they were told, that I would struggle academically.

So far, so per my "type", according to a