Peter Hitchens

4 days ago | dailymail.co.uk | Peter Hitchens

The unpleasant stench which rises from the unfair and dubious prosecution of the nurse Lucy Letby grows stronger and fouler by the day. It is as if something horrible was rotting under the national floorboards. It will not go away until the case is reopened and the floorboards are lifted. People will not enjoy finding out what is festering there. But it has to be done. The country cannot be clean until it is done, and Ms Letby gets the fair trial she was, in my view, denied.

1 week ago | dailymail.co.uk | Peter Hitchens

Two nations on earth still treat the Second World War as a sort of moral scripture, remembering it as their greatest and most noble moment. They like to measure their standing in the world by proclaiming their part in it. Their ideas about good and evil, right and wrong, are measured against it. If at any time they wish to luxuriate in the comforting warmth of past triumph, it is always there to provide this, like an old army greatcoat on a cold night.

1 week ago | thisismoney.co.uk | Peter Hitchens

Two nations on earth still treat the Second World War as a sort of moral scripture, remembering it as their greatest and most noble moment. They like to measure their standing in the world by proclaiming their part in it. Their ideas about good and evil, right and wrong, are measured against it. If at any time they wish to luxuriate in the comforting warmth of past triumph, it is always there to provide this, like an old army greatcoat on a cold night.

1 week ago | dailymail.co.uk | Peter Hitchens

I used to think I understood the Blair creature. Now I am not so sure. Was his rebellion last week against Net Zero madness a real change of mind, or just the result of spending more time with oil producers in the Gulf? Who can be sure? But it obviously made the Labour leadership very cross, for they forced him to issue a sort of retraction. So maybe something important is happening. What if the whole Blair project now unwinds?

2 weeks ago | dailymail.co.uk | Peter Hitchens

Chaos happened to me, though it was my fault, because I sought it out. I arrived at a ruined airport as the sun set over Africa. This was Mogadishu, capital of Somalia in the middle of a civil war and a famine. The Russian cargo plane slowed, halted, and turned off its engines. A profound silence fell. Night was not far away.