I started reading the Guardian at university, where I enjoyed following one story through the eyes of all the various newspapers in the JCR. I was excited that things which some papers trumpeted as orthodoxy, the sine qua non of civilised life, were regarded by the Guardian as open to challenge.

I’m a marine underwriter living in Surrey – but I still have fond memories of living and working in Liverpool for a number of years in the 80s. I was one of those LibDems whom the Cleggster – deathless Guardian, thank you – identified as being to the left of New Labour, and not wanted in New LibCons. Now I’m a paid-up Labour Party member.

I go to my local parish church, where I’m a Reader. Studying theology after I retired was interesting and challenging – adult education seems to involve a lot of sitting round in small groups sharing one’s ignorance (‘bringing one’s experience of life’) instead of learning!

I cannot understand British xenophobia and anti-Europeanism. Don’t people live better in Hamburg or Genoa than in [insert British city name]? I think they do.

I would have loved to have lived as a reasonably well-resourced young man in England in the late 1930s. The finest streamlined trains – think Coronation Scot – Empire class flying boats – ocean liners – the ‘Queen Mary’ – and any number of beautiful cars; the original Penguin Pool and all the other Lubetkin buildings; Stanley Spencer; Raymond Loewy; the Children’s Encyclopedia and all those Arthur Mee books – my first newspaper was The Children’s Newspaper. Only the shadow of Nazism spoiled it.

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