Danni Perry’s flag display at the Royal Opera House sparked 182 performers to sign a solidarity letter that cancelled the Tel Aviv Tosca production, while Leonardo DiCaprio invests in Tel Aviv hotels, reports LINDA PENTZ GUNTER

THE death of Jeremy Hardy last week left two worlds, that of satire and that of the political left in Britain, far poorer. It seems a useful moment to reflect on the shift in where those worlds cross over in the last two decades.
Fifteen years ago I did my GCSE English coursework on Hardy’s documentary, “Jeremy Hardy vs the Israeli Army,” and in my head he remains a part of those years, at the beginning of the century, when so many of my generation were working out their politics to a backdrop of the “war on terror.”
His own frenetic revulsion at the injustices he saw around him fit with the time. Above all I remember a range of voices from comedy that challenged the powerful; the superbly crafted dialogues of John Bird and John Fortune, the sleazy, surreal darkness of Monkeydust, the raw anger sheathed in sarcasm of Charlie Brooker (before he got his happily ever after).

SAM WHEELER applauds a visceral, thoughtful interrogation of radicalisation and national identity in contemporary Britain


