As I reflect on my experiences in India so far, one daily pain I have to endure is my commute to work. That is, four hours a day spent travelling to and from work. This is normal, of course; plenty of people spend a sizeable part of their day just commuting to work as in a developed, modern society, often we live further away from our work than we desire...
We need to talk about the benefits that immigration has brought to our economy and society, and deliver real immigration reform that provides a fair, effective and common sense system.
It is time black minority ethnics take responsibility for their own lives and stop making excuses. Growing up, I made quite a few mistakes myself. Sometimes I wrote off my own failings as just another example of the world trying to keep a person from a minority group down.
It struck me as unusual to see a Conservative politician marching for any radical group whose name ended with the words "...Liberation Front". It sparked my curiosity, and that's when I came across the manifesto.
What events like the Royal Wedding, the London Olympics and Wimbledon show are that, deep down, we are in fact amongst that most genuine and charming people out there. Give us a bottle of Pimms and we'll stumble and knock over our metaphorical walls. Give us a bit of sun as a remedy to our coldness, and our solar-powered souls are reinvigorated.
Has Boris managed to play his satirist trick again? Has he managed to distract us from the extremely negative connotations of being compared with this portrait of Disraeli by focusing instead on the man's foppish flamboyance?
Some good public sector building blocks are already in place. For instance, the Government is in the midst of its biggest ever international marketing campaign, with some private sector support, to secure sustained increases in trade, inward investment, tourism and foreign students. But, more is needed to maximise long-term economic and reputational legacy.
It may not be everyone's choice of how to spend the hottest evening of the year, but on Monday night Boris Johnson gave a speech at the British Bankers' Association dinner. Hot yes, hotbed of progressive thought, no. But Boris' speech nonetheless got my blood boiling. In taking a swipe at the proposal for a European Financial Transaction Tax - every City fat cat's favourite bug bear at the moment - he chronically misrepresented how it works.
London needs to deliver more homes of all types to support its economy and population boom - about twice as many as during the past twenty years but, intriguingly, only about half as many as were built each year during London's house building boom in the 1930s, despite the wider economic challenges of that decade.
Boris Johhnson has spent so long expertly cultivating - make no mistake, there's nothing accidental about it - his persona of an excitable eccentric that at times it almost seems that he's a panto act who has accidentally stumbled onto the wrong stage and found himself running the nation's capital. It's extremely hard to reconcile the bumbling, idiot savant with the ruthless, Eton and Oxbridge-educated politician that Johnson is under the surface.
What do bishops, Bartoli and Boris (Johnson) have in common? Answer: They all show us that sexism isn't taken as seriously as racism. You disagree? Well why are there still the phrases 'casual sexism' and 'sexist banter' ? Why is this OK when - 'Oh it was just casual racism' or 'racist banter' is not alright?
Dear Mr Prime Minister, you've had a rough time lately. You party is in disarray. Your popularity rating has never been lower. You've resorted to acknowledging that Ed Miliband exists. So I have a solution: invade America.
This is a critical moment for the world. Powerful current of economics, finance, religion, population, science and culture threaten to pull us apart, but at the same time offer the opportunity to build the bridges that can forge bonds between nations.
It's very tempting for those outside the city to view it in terms of its galleries, bistros and tourist traps. For well-salaried young professionals who work in Zone One, it's all too easy to experience London through the prism of a safe middle class bubble, but that experience is not universal.
Watching Question Time is like witnessing a formerly smart child start to shove crayons up its nose. For something that was once intelligent, it scarcely resembles its past self. Rather than it being a show for serious debate, it has become theatre, designed to get cheap laughs and high viewing figures.
We are all living through history; that much is certain. There are, however, specific times or incidents when it is possible to imagine the school lessons in decades to come, when pupils will be studying with rabid intensity the very events unfolding around us right now. The saga of Prism, or the saga of Edward Snowden as Hollywood will surely repackage it, has to be one such event. With a script to rival a new Bourne movie, the 'spy story of the age' as the Guardian prefix it, has all the hallmarks of a milestone in global history.