In 1966, while researching the background to Britain's first-ever national railway strike (August 1911), I came across a minute written by Winston Churchill, then Home Secretary in Asquith's Liberal government. That year was a bad one for industrial disputes and for public order. Churchill had a penchant for ordering the army to succeed where he judged the police had failed.
The mountains are iced with white snow and there is soft blossom on the nut trees. Broad, grey and bouldered, the Gudialcay river rushes east towards the Caspian Sea; a few miles north is the border with Dagestan. This is Azerbaijan, where a hot morning sun glares off the riverside mosque's tin roof. The ancient town of Guba is known for its carpets and its walnut halva.
Six years ago, Avi Be'eri- or Ibrahim as he was known then - was a broken, lonely street child, sleeping in a market in his native Guinea, West Africa. He had been orphaned, and had left the home of his uncle, where he was meant to be living, because of abuse.
Maurice Glasman is a happy man. Here he is, the boy who used to live over a London shop, ordering tea on the terrace of the House of Lords, smoking his roll-ups and revelling in the fact that the waitress knows who he is and has shown him to his regular spot by the low wall overlooking the Thames.
We do not grow older the way we used to. Written here, this simple observation seems no more interesting than all the other things that we do not do the way we used to - travel, shop, book restaurants, read, or even give birth…
Peace between Israelis and Palestinians has proved stubbornly elusive since the false dawn of the Oslo Accords of 1993. But there remains a broad consensus on what should be the basis of any deal - a two-state solution.
Shomrim is notoriously private. The strictly Orthodox security organisation does not have a website or a phone number listed online and it does not advertise in local newspapers. It is only when there is a crime committed that you may notice a group of bearded men appear within minutes, wearing identical dark jackets and speaking into walkie-talkies.
Debby Carr has the kind of beauty that makes grown men walk into oncoming traffic. Not only because they are bewitched by her striking looks, but also because there is something familiar about those feline eyes and that sultry smile.
Want a clue? Anyone who sees her might think: "By 'eck, she's gorgeous".