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Pre-truth, my truth, post-truth

Three decades ago, I defamed a knight of the realm in The Observer. We spent some expensive time taking counsel in chambers, where it was decided that we should settle out of court and apologise. “But it’s true!” I wailed, meaning my story, which was now to be withdrawn as a lie. My editor fixed […]

Why we need to tell stories like the Nativity

I like to think of Jesus saying to his disciples (who, in modern lingo, we might call his mates): “I was born in a stable, me”. It could have been a sort of Aramaic version of Monty Python’s Yorkshiremen sketch – a bunch of horny-handed northern Judean proles getting competitive about their relative hardships: “Luxury! […]

Theresa May’s School of Winners makes us all losers

A few years ago, I gave the speech at the summer prize-giving of a school of which I’m a governor. As part of it, I reprised my own dismal school performance – A-streamed but good at only two subjects, English and Divinity, and never a prizewinner – and I gave a shout-out for all the […]

George Pitcher

George Pitcher

George Pitcher is a writer, independent public ethics consultant and an Anglican priest. He is a journalist by background, having been an award-winning Industrial Editor of The Observer during the years of the Thatcher government’s privatisation programme and a columnist and commentator on a wide range of newspapers and broadcast media.

An open letter to whoever is Prime Minister one year from today

Dear Next Prime Minister, We don’t know who you are yet. But exactly one year from today, on 7th May, we will be deciding who gets the job. You may not actually be our choice – if there has to be a coalition again, then likely as not you won’t be the majority choice of the electorate – […]

The Thoughts of Chairman George

I write this in the bay window of the clubroom of Jericho Chambers, overlooking Charterhouse Square, in one of the gentler backwaters of east-central London. Outside, schoolchildren are playing in the Square. I think the small park they’re in is laid out over a medieval plague-pit, but they’re not to know what corruption and putrefaction […]