Confessions of a bourgeois anarchist

The President of the National Union of Journalists writes

“Many years ago, I was reading Emma Goldman’s autobiography sitting beside the pool while on holidays in Greece (not necessarily everyone’s idea of relaxing, but I’m not everyone). I sat bolt upright in my sun-bed when I got to page 567 and Goldman writes of lecturing in Philadelphia.”

If Donnacha DeLong were to take to writing romantic novels (anything goes in these straitened times), he would surely be in line for a Bad Sex Award.