Paula Thelwell « « This Is Jersey

Sometimes, manna from heaven for the media comes on gold plates, tasting like nectar from the gods

THE University of Keele occupies a beautiful parkland campus nestling between the M6 and Newcastle-under-Lyme in the county of Staffordshire.

There is a band of fly-tippers who suffer from the malaise of don’t-give-a-damnitis

THERE are times when, lost deep in thought, I often ponder the mentality of some of my fellow inhabitants of this little rock.

What is the fascination with bathing every public space, all housing estates and all rural developments in light from dusk to dawn?

THE ingenuity of man has seen our species walk on the moon, split the atom and eradicate many deadly diseases, yet time and again we succumb to forces beyond our control.

Imagine a States Chamber of hand-knitted Members. Would we notice any difference?

I SOMETIMES find myself at a loss for words at the perverse attitude this Island takes when promoting itself to the outside world.

Developments more at home in ‘Anywhere Ville UK’ are springing up to jar our senses

THREE years hence, as a novice commentator on Island life, the universe and all that, I brought to readers’ attention a much-disliked building that dominates the Warsaw skyline.

Let’s all search for the prison granite. Who knows what else we may find hidden away – the flagpoles that once flanked Victoria Avenue?

AFTER months of speculation, expectation and veiled excitement, the electoral greyhounds are well and truly out of the traps.

Now we can all look forward to the Mont Millais meander or Victoria Avenue conga creep

AS Mother Nature heads south to escape the vagaries of a northern winter, we say goodbye to long days and balmy nights.

If any government department should listen to the heartfelt objections of the people, it is Planning

TAKE any local newspaper, and you can bet the price of a pint to sup in a welcoming hostelry while having a good read that a fair proportion of stories would cover planning applications.

When criminals’ rights are given equal credence to those of the law-abiding, is it any wonder that children run riot?

DRIVING around deserted country lanes late last Friday with the purpose of keeping the Jack Russells out of earshot of the Moonlight Parade’s fireworks finale, I pondered on the riots that shook the British nation to its roots.

We all need a little escapism from the harsh uncertainties of today’s world – even Kennedy did

IT was the tragic widow, Jacqueline Kennedy, who shortly after her husband’s assassination first likened his presidency to the mythical court of King Arthur, Camelot.