With the death of Pope Francis, the world loses not only a church leader but also a moral compass

WHEN the nights are long, the days short, and a gale howls outside, it gives a little time to reflect on the year gone by.
I’ve always had a thing for numbers. A few decades and several stone ago, I was a pretty useful time trialist. It’s an odd kind of bike race, just the road, your breath, the thump of your heart as you race against time itself.
On the best of days, 50 miles seems to pass in a few minutes, an otherworldly experience that sends you floating above the road and yourself, and all the time, every pebble, bump, and curve on the highway noticed, noted, and understood in minute detail.

There are only two things that stand between workers and the musket’s volley today - the ballot and the union, asserts MATT KERR