LA firefighters battle warehouse blaze amid concerns over billowing smoke | Los Angeles | The Guardian

Keyword – US news
Trefwoorden – Los Angeles, California, US news, West Coast, World news
Title – LA firefighters battle warehouse blaze amid concerns over billowing smoke | Los Angeles | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/roque-planas,https://www.theguardian.com/profile/gloria-oladipo
Link – LA firefighters battle warehouse blaze amid concerns over billowing smoke | Los Angeles | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-22T00:08:45.000Z
Category – News
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jun/21/los-angeles-warehouse-fire

California’s governor has declared a state of emergency for the city of Los Angeles , as firefighters struggle to contain a stubborn warehouse blaze that has raged for days and blanketed parts of the city in smoke.

Gavin Newsom announced he was directing state agencies to provide “additional assistance and resources” to help battle the fire, located in the neighborhood of Boyle Heights in east Los Angeles.

“We are coordinating closely with our local partners, deploying specialized expertise, and pre-positioning critical supplies so communities have the support they need both now and throughout recovery,” Newsom said in a statement.

The blaze broke out on Wednesday, after the roof of a 500,000-sq-ft cold storage facility in Boyle Heights caught on fire. Firefighters extinguished the flames quickly, but lingering dangers within the building have made it difficult to completely stop.

Firefighting efforts continued on Sunday as the blaze burned into a fifth day. Officials confirmed they had confined the fire to “one side of the large building”, according to an update from the Los Angeles fire department. No evacuation or shelter-in-place mandates have been ordered.

Smoke has continued to waft away from the building, after the wind into other areas of the county. Residents of east Los Angeles have expressed concerns about the persistent smoke and the potential health risks. On Sunday, a haze hung over large parts of the city and landmarks such as Dodger Stadium , and the air quality index (AQI) in the region fell in the “moderate” category.

Leo Miguel, a manager at the Yia Caffe in Boyle Heights neighborhood, told the Los Angeles Times that smoke from the fire has disrupted his business.

Miguel described the air as smelling “like chemicals and plastic”, adding that conditions seem to be getting worse. “I don’t think it’s getting better,” Miguel said to the newspaper.

Newsom’s statement follows an earlier state of emergency announced by the Los Angeles mayor, Karen Bass. Council member Ysabel Jurado, who represents Boyle Heights, said in a statement : “This emergency declaration is crucial because Boyle Heights is not just responding to a fire. Residents have lived through days of smoke, shelter-in-place orders, disruptions to daily life, and ongoing questions about what this means for their health and wellbeing.”

An ammonia line had ruptured during the initial firefighting efforts, making the blaze more dangerous. Ammonia, a commonly used commercial refrigerant, is highly flammable and can emit toxic fumes.

Officials initially ordered local residents to shelter in place due to the air pollution and the possibility of ammonia contamination. Los Angeles city and county have opened smoke relief centers.

“The city and county have opened spaces for families seeking relief from the smoke, and we will continue working around the clock and doing everything possible to put this fire out completely,” Bass said.

Firefighters have been forced to retreat and try to contain the conflagration from a safer distance, while using airdrops of water from helicopters to help put it out. Foam within the building has continued to slowly burn, according to the Los Angeles Times .

Some Boyle Heights residents with health conditions have reportedly already left the area. Ashley Campos, 18, told the LA Times that she and her family evacuated after smelling fumes in their home, which is located about two blocks from the warehouse fire. Several people in the Campos family have pre-existing health conditions, including epilepsy, asthma and cancer.

Dodger Stadium, the home of the Los Angeles Dodgers, is also blanketed in smog, as seen in video posted to X . “The smoke from the nearby Boyle Heights warehouse fire has enshrouded Dodger Stadium in an acrid, nasty haze,” posted Ben Bolch, a reporter with the California Post. “Not sure I’d want to sit here and watch as a fan, much less play the game, unless conditions improve.”

Meanwhile, community organizations are handing out masks to Boyle Heights residents as air quality continues to suffer in the area. Centro CSO, a grassroots organization in the Boyle Heights area, posted pictures of their respirator drive to X.

Once the fire is completely put out, officials will have to remove some 85m lbs of rotted food. Officials have said they are working on the biohazard challenges potentially posed from spoiled foods such as bread, poultry, pork and beef.

Newsom’s statement said that the state has made more than 5m N95 respirator masks available for distribution, as well as air purifiers, bottled water and other supplies to assist with the emergency.

“The warehouse fire has produced significant smoke and particulate matter that may affect air quality in surrounding neighborhoods,” the statement said.

The Los Angeles fire department chief, Jaime Moore, said in a news conference on Saturday that they have taken care of the hazardous materials portion of the blaze and now they are working on the biohazard challenges.

“We have 85 million pounds of frozen food inside of this facility and the way the building has been laid out, it’s very difficult for us to get in there because there’s zero visibility inside,” Moore said. “Our firefighters are not able to just go in there and start moving pallets.”

The Associated Press contributed reporting

Backing Ukraine, staying out of Iran and riding the Trump rollercoaster: how Starmer handled foreign affairs | Keir Starmer | The Guardian

Keyword – Politics
Trefwoorden – Keir Starmer, Donald Trump, Politics, UK news, US news, World news
Title – Backing Ukraine, staying out of Iran and riding the Trump rollercoaster: how Starmer handled foreign affairs | Keir Starmer | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/dan-sabbagh
Link – Backing Ukraine, staying out of Iran and riding the Trump rollercoaster: how Starmer handled foreign affairs | Keir Starmer | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-22T17:52:42.000Z
Category – News
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2026/jun/22/how-tensions-with-trump-dominated-starmer-premiership

K eir Starmer inherited two wars and a country disconnected from the EU when he arrived in Downing Street – and that was before Donald Trump crash-landed at the White House and undermined the foundations of the UK’s most important alliance.

It was a context that would have tested any prime minister, though in many respects Starmer negotiated it carefully. But longer-term questions of Britain’s security remain unresolved, and the UK’s place in the world is less certain.

“I wouldn’t be the first person to say that Starmer would be a great diplomat,” said Olivia O’Sullivan, a foreign policy expert at Chatham House. “But what we’ve seen is that the US is not prepared to play such a decisive role in European defence and security – and it’s not clear if enough action has been taken in the light of that.”

Though the ageing Joe Biden and Starmer overlapped for six months, it was the relationship with Trump that was dominant. At first, the Labour prime minister appeared to have struck an unlikely rapport with the Republican.

It was helped by Starmer publicly handing over an invitation to Trump from King Charles for a second state visit when he came to the Oval Office in February 2025. “This is unprecedented,” Starmer gushed, and Trump accepted there and then.

During the ensuing state visit last September, with Trump kept tactfully out of London , the US president muted a disagreement with Starmer over Palestinian statehood – and the two seemed largely in agreement in condemning Russia over Ukraine.

It was a moment of relative harmony. Trump began his presidency dramatically favouring Russia and lambasting Ukraine’s president, Volodymyr Zelenskyy , in the Oval Office. European leaders were left aghast at the possibility of Kyiv being abandoned.

On his way back from that bruising visit to Washington, Zelenskyy was due in London for a European summit. But he was also flown by helicopter to visit the king at Sandringham in Norfolk. The short trip, approved by Starmer at Ukraine’s request, visibly demonstrated British support for Kyiv at a critical moment.

When Zelenskyy visited the Oval Office again, in August, Starmer was one of several European leaders who flew in alongside him. It was just days after Trump had met Russia’s Vladimir Putin in Alaska, and the US president had appeared convinced that Ukraine needed to be told to give up territory to end the war quickly.

Strength in numbers worked: the Russian demand briefly favoured by Trump drifted from the agenda, and has not been revived since. Peace in Ukraine would have to be lasting, fair and just, Starmer said as he headed into the meeting.

Russian intransigence prevented further progress on Ukraine, so Trump moved on to Venezuela and then Iran, at which point the goodwill evaporated. The UK was not informed in advance of the almost certainly illegal US-Israeli attack on Iran in February, which began with the killing of the supreme leader, Ali Khamenei.

Within days, Trump was complaining about an initial refusal by Starmer to allow the use of RAF bases for bombing Iran. “This is not Winston Churchill that we’re dealing with,” Trump said in early March, beginning a month of jibes, as the bombing of Iran continued to a limited purpose for 38 days while oil prices soared.

Starmer refused to rise to the petty bait, avoiding a deeper split with the US – while refusing to join in with the war Trump had started, other than to allow attacks on Iranian missile launch sites from RAF Fairford in Gloucestershire.

“President Trump has expressed his disagreement with our decision not to get involved in the initial strikes, but it is my duty to judge what is in Britain’s national interest,” Starmer told MPs in characteristically wordy fashion.

Sir Peter Westmacott, a former UK ambassador to the US, argued that “foreign policy has been an area of relative strength” for Starmer, and that the prime minister had got off a strong start with Trump, “though the president’s failure to consult with allies or justify his war with Iran left him with little choice but to stand aside”.

Keeping out of the Iran war was also popular with a British public alarmed by Trump’s reckless behaviour, though it did nothing to help Labour’s overall poll ratings. Relations with the US leader were eventually smoothed over by approving the king’s visit to Washington, New York and Virginia in April.

“As a Labour prime minister he would never naturally have been on side with Trump, but he hasn’t let it knock him off key positions on issues like Iran,” said Peter Ricketts, a former UK national security adviser. “Plus, he’s avoided outright rows with Trump – as well as carefully deploying the king.”

Britain approved the building of a large new Chinese embassy, despite a series of spying rows, allowing Starmer to visit Beijing in January. Not much was gained from the trip, beyond an agreement to allow Britons 30 days of visa-free travel, and the obligatory cut on whisky tariffs. Nevertheless, the UK hoped for “a more sophisticated relationship” with Beijing, Starmer said.

Starmer tried to pursue a reset with the EU , describing Britain as “very much a part of Europe” at a Blenheim Palace summit in July 2024. But he had given himself little room for manoeuvre by having decided not to try to reverse any part of Brexit. Labour’s manifesto committed the party to staying out of the single market and customs union, and not to reintroduce freedom of movement.

A few days after Hamas’s deadly attack on Israel in October 2023, Starmer, then in opposition, said in a radio interview that the country “does have that right” to cut off electricity and water to Gaza. Later, a Labour spokesperson said he had meant to say that Israel had a right to self-defence, but the comments lingered all the way to the election, where the party lost a handful of safe inner-city seats.

In government, Starmer’s positions on Israel and Palestine were more an exercise in domestic politics. Labour suspended most, but not all, arms sales to Israel in September 2024 and recognised Palestine as a state a year later , with France, Canada and Australia. The limited measures had no effect on an aggressive Israel determined to prosecute destructive wars against Hamas, Hezbollah and finally Iran.

The paucity of independent British power was demonstrated by the three-week struggle to get a single warship , HMS Dragon, to Cyprus after a Hezbollah drone hit the RAF base at Akrotiri. A 20-year minesweeping Royal Navy mission in the Gulf had been quietly abandoned at the end of 2025, just before it was needed.

It emphasised how far the UK’s armed forces had been run down since the end of the cold war. The problem was nominally recognised by the prime minister, though he struggled to respond to pressure to increase military budgets in a more uncertain world. Starmer had been surprised by Nato’s plan last summer to increase defence spending by £30bn to 3.5% of GDP by 2035 ; the UK was one of the last to sign up.

Instead, Starmer would only commit to increase defence spending modestly, by about £5bn to 2.6% of GDP by 2027, taking the money from the UK’s aid budget. “That is not an announcement I am happy to make,” the prime minister said last February, though any talk of restoring aid spending soon disappeared.

Though the prime minister said in February that Britain “needs to go faster” on defence spending, it was not accompanied by fresh commitments. A six-month row about future military spending burst into the open this month with the sudden resignation of the once-loyal John Healey as defence secretary , because Starmer had only offered £2bn more to lift defence spending to 2.68% by 2030.

John Foreman, a former UK defence attache to Moscow, said Starmer was “bounced into increasing marginally defence spending but then not funding promises” as well as exhibiting “a habit of talking big but doing little”.

There were repeated virtual or in-person meetings of the “coalition of the willing” postwar stabilisation forces for Ukraine or peacekeeping in the strait of Hormuz. In neither case was there a deployment, though on the strait, it is a promise his successor will immediately inherit.

Though Starmer forged a strong relationship with France’s centrist president, Emmanuel Macron – “we have to show that pragmatic politics is the way the results that matter,” Starmer said when his French counterpart visited last July – talks for the UK to join a €150bn (£130bn) EU defence fund failed over the sum Britain would pay to join. France led the objections.

Starmer had tried to rebuild a more positive relationship with the bloc – “slowly but surely building with the EU,” he said at the G7 summit earlier this month, amid talks of a future mobility scheme for young people in the UK and EU.

But though Starmer was clearly pro-European, the ambition was limited. The prime minister insisted that the UK should not “look backwards” to Brexit – and in a final irony, a planned reset summit next month was postponed in the wake of his resignation.

Sophia Gaston, a foreign policy specialist at King’s College London, said it was Starmer who as prime minister “found himself in the hotseat” after “successive governments have run down the nation’s vital defences”. But with the US unreliable and Britain still detached from the EU, the strategic dilemma is greater.

“Modest, incremental improvements simply don’t cut it,” Gaston said.

Maybe this World Cup will bring the best out of the US, not the worst | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian

Keyword – Football
Trefwoorden – World Cup 2026, World Cup, Football, US sports, Sport
Title – Maybe this World Cup will bring the best out of the US, not the worst | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/barneyronay
Link – Maybe this World Cup will bring the best out of the US, not the worst | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-22T04:00:50.000Z
Category – Sport
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/football/2026/jun/22/world-cup-2026-us-united-states-usa-co-host-nation

O ne of the best parts of following football across the world is the way it drags you into special places, local shrines, objects of profound cultural connection. The US, of course, has these holy spaces too.

The queue of pilgrims in Philadelphia on Thursday morning stretched down the sun-blasted steps to the plaza at the bottom. Edging forward, the people in their ritual colours approached the figure at the top, arms outstretched in supplication, in a state of hushed deference. Called finally for his moment of communion, the man at the front of this line straightened his Ronaldinho shirt, clenched his fists above his head for the ceremonial Insta pic and shouted: “Adrian! I did it.”

This is of course the Rocky statue, the most popular public visitor site in the cradle of US history, and the only place in town for thousands of Brazil and Haiti fans, visiting for their Group C fixture and looking for the chance to grab a little pure Americana.

The Rocky statue is all about those clenched fists above the horizon, cradling the high rises below, holding America’s first city in his human-sized hands. I have a theory about the US and hands. So many of the great self-mythologising American creations have been hand-sized. The Hamburger. The .45 Colt. The baseball mitt. The onanism industry of Big Porn. The chocolate chip cookie, which was produced so workers could carry them to their fields and factories.

All of these creations are designed to fit the hand, in a way that is scalable and democratising, with the suggestion that this vast and brutal land can be cut down to human scale, that you can hold a piece of it in your palm. All the Cokes are the same and all the Cokes are good. The settler’s dream is nonexclusive. All you need is a pair of hands.

This is of course not true. The US is also a violently stratified place, built on slavery, with centralised power, vicious edges and a recent history of blood-soaked economic colonialism. As opposed to, say, just being about doughnuts. But that’s the thing with dreams. They’re deceptive and confusing, but they may have just a little bit of truth in them.

This theory goes on to conclude that the moment the US began to lose the run of itself and fall into cultural decline was when it lost this connection to hand-sized scale. Suddenly the US is assailing its citizens with food so big you can’t even hold it, the vast and tumorous burger that explodes all over your face, the bin-bag-sized packet of crisps, the three-gallon container of vanilla Sprite. It’s out there inventing ways to further alienate not just itself, but the entire world, handing power to a weird coterie of tech gods, shifting our shared existence into a limbless digital space.

The end of the US won’t lie in political revolution or tanks on the hill. It’s choking to death on a basketball-sized M&M behind the non-wheel of your self-driving car, while on the White House lawn a cloud-based AI president tosses a virtual non-football around with its armless robo-offspring. And before you raise a hand to rail at this wild anti-US Euro propagandism, you might want to look down. You don’t have any hands.

What does this have to do with the World Cup of Mexico, Canada and the US, 11 days into what we have been assured is the greatest event staged by humanity? It is customary at this stage to assess proceedings on the football side. Attendances, goals per game and host-nation logistics will be graded and frowned over.

It isn’t hard to compose a list of don’t likes. Bad: the wretched and mendacious mid-half advert break . The boggle-eyed posturing of the Fifa president . The fawning over irrelevant celebrities. And the good: American cities , American stadiums, the warm and functional diaspora feel, and the games themselves, which have been breezy and fun.

But this World Cup was never really about all that. As with the last one in Qatar, it will be a success on its own terms whatever happens. These are: to make $14bn (£10.6bn) via the marketing of 300 hours of television content; to turn its face away from the pre‑converted saturation of Europe and to reach into the world’s greatest leisure market; and to shore up Gianni Infantino’s unassailable war chest before his acclamation for a third term .

As such, this World Cup has always really been about the US, and the wider question of what you should feel about this place and what it actually is: still the world’s most powerful cultural and economic force, but newly hostile and inward-facing, and now out there battering the world’s favourite shared spectacle into its own shape.

The World Cup in the US has so far revealed one interesting and unexpected thing. Travelling across the country in those opening two weeks from California to Texas to New York, it seems deceptively simple. But here it is. Maybe the World Cup will actually bring the best out of the United States, not the worst.

And yes, nobody actually believes the standard big-sport guff about connection, unity and hands across the volleyball net. London 2012 did not transform the nation. The opening ceremony optics – Paul McCartney breakdancing on top of a giant cheddar cheese – did not create a newly confident and inclusive Britain . There is no legacy, unless you extend this to include becoming much more depressed and angry in the years that have followed.

But maybe this World Cup will be different. Not just because this is a sport that literally models ideas of connection and togetherness. But because of the specific nature of the US’s alienation from the rest of the world.

The most notable part of being here is the confirmation of just how much people around the world do reflexively despise the US now, or regard it solely as a frightening and hateful entity, an agent of only bad things.

There are sound fact-based reasons for this. The US entered this World Cup having recently murdered the head of state of the second-ranked team in Group G, not to mention offering support to a conflict of annihilation in Palestine. The Trump administration is toying with crashing the world economy. The ICE immigration militia is persecuting its own population. Even the World Cup itself is an act of economic violence, priced out of any sensible human scale.

But hatred of the US as a single entity is also a confusing idea, albeit one that fits a certain monotheistic world view, where there can only be devils and angels. It involves demonising as a single failed entity a hugely diverse and varied nation with elements of every kind of people and every kind of culture, the great human experiment, with all its freedoms and flaws; and doing so based on the actions and pronouncements of a few governing Maga Republicans.

If America has become this single thing in so many people’s minds, it is perhaps because this is the way we experience things now. Everything is flattened, foreshortened, turned into sound and noise. Never underestimate the effect of the hive mind, that constant third space we carry around with us. This World Cup is the first global event to take place so deep inside that online space, experienced in peeled-eyeball detail through a screen as a set of images and shouted ideas.

This is how our flow of information works now, and indeed how Donald Trump took power, flooding the zone, shouting the simplest message above the noise. The US may feel like an expression of violence simply in its daily existence, an endless amplification of human talent, greed, desire, cruelty, where nobody is ever really in charge, they’re just out there riding it like a runaway bronco. But the US is also not Trump. Seventy‑seven million people voted for him, 272 million did not. A nation of 350 million people with more than 100 significant immigrant cultural groups cannot be one thing.

The US is the world in a very large and varied grain of sand, endlessly rich in all its beauty, energy, flaws and vices. To hate this is a baffling idea. If you don’t like America, what do you like? This is what humans are.

And like everyone else, Americans are oppressed too, right here in their own nation, by a tier of unelected technology overlords, and by an angry and divisive regime. This is a place that has been poisoning its own people for a hundred years, if not with violence and division, then with food, drugs and mental sludge.

For what it’s worth, the gathering of people under the banner of Fifa’s horribly compromised World Cup has provided a reminder of other things. Meeting people in the real space : this is pretty much an act of revolutionary dissent, a refusal to accept the loss of scale.

The reception at this World Cup from everyday people has been warm, anecdotally, and on the immediate evidence it is also striking how often people here want to talk about how their country is viewed by the rest of the world, to apologise and explain, to rage against Trump’s isolationism.

Who knows, perhaps the basic mechanics of sport can help point to something else. So many teams model the exact opposite of separation and division. The diaspora XIs of Curaçao and Cape Verde, for example, which are literally telling you what countries are, how they got this way, how they have interacted with the world, and who are now out there sharing moments of theatrical joy and agony, bumping into each other, coexisting.

Does this have any actual value? Nobody really knows. But Egypt and Iran will play in Seattle at the end of June on the Friday of the city’s Pride celebration, two nations where any kind of diverse sexuality is illegal, but who will just have to lump it and take it in; and this is the best of sport, making people confront each other in the real world space, to appreciate that they are not simply cyphers or hostile entities.

Football isn’t going to unite the world but it may just hold up a useful little hand mirror. This is a show that still provides a model of the best, not the worst, of what the US is supposed to be: a place on the human scale, an idea that fits into your hand. And a reminder that feeling hatred for this place, like hating anywhere else, is to fall into the trap of those who seem very happy to weaponise it.

Top officer says anti-racism guidance has fuelled myth of two-tier policing | Police | The Guardian

Keyword – UK news
Trefwoorden – Police, Race, Greater Manchester, UK news
Title – Top officer says anti-racism guidance has fuelled myth of two-tier policing | Police | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/josh-halliday
Link – Top officer says anti-racism guidance has fuelled myth of two-tier policing | Police | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-22T05:00:50.000Z
Category – News
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2026/jun/22/top-officer-says-anti-racism-guidance-has-fuelled-myth-of-two-tier-policing

Policing in Britain has “adopted the language of activism” and official guidance has “over-corrected” to combat accusations of racism, one of the UK’s most senior officers has said.

Sir Stephen Watson, the chief constable of Greater Manchester police, said he did not believe that “two-tier policing” existed or that forces were biased against white people.

Police had, however, allowed that perception to take hold in part as a result of anti-racism guidance that advised officers to treat suspects differently depending on their ethnicity.

Watson said the official guidance, produced by the National Police Chiefs’ Council (NPCC) in 2025, should be reviewed after the murder of Henry Nowak , whose treatment by officers prompted riots in Southampton and accusations of two-tier policing from Nigel Farage and the Trump administration.

“Particularly in the light of the tragic murder of Henry Nowak, I do understand that this idea that two-tier policing takes place is now widespread,” he said. “I don’t think it’s justified, but I can understand where it’s coming from.”

Watson, who is tipped as the potential successor to Sir Mark Rowley as the head of the Metropolitan police, said forces must be “a little less timid about making sure we emphasise our impartiality”.

He said policing had “in some cases over-corrected” in official guidance which has “allowed the impression to take hold that we’re not policing without fear or favour”.

“I think we have some lessons to learn … Perhaps we have been uncritical in adopting certain elements of language. We’ve adopted the language of activism,” he said.

“We’ve sometimes taken on board what are challenged concepts and we’ve written those into policy and intent – all with the best of reasons – but these issues then get held up almost as exhibit X, as the proof that we do not treat people equally.”

After criticism in the wake of Nowak’s murder, the NPCC is reviewing its 2025 “anti-racism commitment”, which states that officers should “respond to individuals and communities according to their specific needs, circumstances and experiences, with understanding that these will be racialised and with the aim of reducing harm. It does not mean treating everyone ‘the same’ or being ‘colour blind’ (racial equality)”.

The policing minister, Sarah Jones, said earlier this month it was important to be “mindful of the fact that there has been a history of racism in policing” but called the guidance wrong.

Watson has been called Britain’s “anti-woke” police chief after he instructed officers not to take the knee during Black Lives Matters protests in 2021 because it would undermine impartiality. He said he would “probably kneel before the queen, God and Mrs Watson, that’s it”.

Speaking to reporters in Stockport, Watson said forces should not “use the language of being anti-racist” because it implies officers have “some activist role”.

“Of course we’re fiercely opposed to racism but we’re the police,” he said. “We are not activists. If we overstep … this is what then informs the public perception of two-tier policing.”

Watson was appointed chief constable of England’s second largest police force in 2021 after Greater Manchester police was put into special measures over a series of scandals in which a fifth of crimes went unrecorded.

The force has since more than doubled its number of arrests, and offences including theft, shoplifting and criminal damage fell faster than the national average in 2025, according to official crime figures .

Watson said British policing faced a bigger challenge than at any point in his near-40 year career because “distrust, disorder and division” was more obvious across society than it has been at any time” since the 1980s.

He said it would not be surprising if widespread disorder erupted across England again this summer “given the temperature of contemporary events”, with social media amplifying inflammatory rhetoric from high-profile figures.

He said how public figures conducted themselves was “a matter for them and their conscience” and that it was vital that police “don’t do anything to fuel the fire”.

David Guetta and Sia’s song Titanium got me through my fertility treatment | Dance music | The Guardian

Keyword – Culture
Trefwoorden – Dance music, Pop and rock, Culture, Music, IVF, Life and style, Fertility problems, David Guetta, Sia Furler
Title – David Guetta and Sia’s song Titanium got me through my fertility treatment | Dance music | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/deborah-linton
Link – David Guetta and Sia’s song Titanium got me through my fertility treatment | Dance music | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-20T06:00:04.000Z
Category – Culture
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2026/jun/20/my-cultural-awakening-david-guetta-sia-titanium-fertility-treatment

A t the end of 2011, party season was under way but I was in no mood for festivities. Two years into fertility treatment, my body was pumped full of synthetic hormones and felt like a pin cushion, while my head was filled with both the fragile hope of having a baby, and the exhaustion of failed clinical attempts to do so.

I was in my late 20s. I met my husband when I was 22; we got married when I was 25. “I want to have kids young,” I’d told him. It was a feeling I’d harboured since my teenage years. But I’d also had the nagging sense that it might not come easily to me. As it turned out, my intuition was right. Approaching 28, I was a regular on the infertility merry-go-round.

I was recovering from my second miscarriage that year when I heard Sia’s raspy voice on the car radio belting out words that sounded emotionally weighty for an electronic dance number – her David Guetta collaboration, Titanium.

It’s not a song I would have necessarily rated or listened to again – I’m more likely to play 00s R&B and hip-hop – but it came at the perfect time in my life. I had forgotten how days felt before fertility drugs and the diarised cycles of administering them. I’d been constantly wearing a brave face and cramming in hospital appointments before and after work, going about my job through a fog of longing and hormones. It had left me in a “cry on the bedroom floor” kind of a heap. I needed something to drag the hope back into me.

I turned the radio up and listened to the lyrics: “I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose / Fire away, fire away.” It felt as if it was talking to and about me, issuing a riposte to all those shots of disappointment that had been fired our way. As Sia’s vocals ascended through the chorus with Guetta’s soaring synths – “Ricochet, you take your aim” – I cried, but I felt myself gaining power with her, too. “You shoot me down, but I won’t fall / I am titanium.” Those were the words I needed to hear.

I felt like a puppet pulled upright again. I streamed it on repeat in the days that followed. I might not have been able to face the work Christmas party but I wasn’t going to languish on the bedroom floor any more.

Over the next months, I spent a lot of time in my car, travelling to work and to fertility appointments to get my blood tested, hormones measured or insides scanned. Listening to Titanium became routine. Each time, its cinematic surge had the same empowering effect and I’d turn up the volume, wind down the windows and defiantly sing along in my terrible voice so it could wash over me.

The following May, when my husband and I headed to the clinic for another IVF embryo transfer, I let it motivate me; when we drove back from scans confirming we were six weeks, then 12 weeks pregnant, I celebrated with it. As I nervously made my way through my pregnancy, I turned to it when I needed the boost.

In January 2013, our first son was born. Today, he is the eldest of three: his brother arrived 15 months later, via IVF too (the last of our fertilised embryos) and four years later, another brother, without fertility treatment. We consider ourselves unspeakably lucky; for many, the outcome is not the same.

In our family, everyone knows Titanium is my fight song. It’s the only big commercial dance hit on my playlists, and a marker of something I overcame.

My kids call me in whenever it streams or plays on TV. When I made my husband a playlist for our 15th wedding anniversary, it’s the song that represented our 2011. And the other week, when he was out with friends, he sent me a voice note from the bar: he’d recorded it playing in the background.

There’s something all-consuming about fertility treatment: you view life only through the filter of your efforts to get pregnant. If you’re lucky, the filter lifts. It did for me, but the fight song remained. So, now, elsewhere in life, when I need a shot of strength and find myself alone in the car, down goes the window and on it goes.

Marius Borg Høiby rape conviction renews focus in Norway on consent in digital age | Norway | The Guardian

Keyword – World news
Trefwoorden – Norway, Sexual violence, World news, Europe
Title – Marius Borg Høiby rape conviction renews focus in Norway on consent in digital age | Norway | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/miranda-bryant
Link – Marius Borg Høiby rape conviction renews focus in Norway on consent in digital age | Norway | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-22T10:39:21.000Z
Category – News
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/world/2026/jun/22/marius-borg-hiby-rape-conviction-case-norway-consent-digital-age-sexual-violence

I n many ways, the case of Marius Borg Høiby, who was sentenced to four years in prison last week after being found guilty of offences including domestic violence and two counts of rape, was exceptional.

The king’s 29-year-old step-grandson grew up in the public eye alongside the royal family, mixing in Oslo’s wealthiest circles, partying at exclusive nightclubs and having afterparties at his family’s official royal residence.

But at its core the case also highlights a dark universal truth, one that has resonated with Norwegians and people around the world: the prevalence of violence, particularly sexual violence, in daily life, even in one of the world’s supposedly most gender equal countries, and how it has been exacerbated by the digital age. It has also exposed, despite important changes to Norway’s consent law last year, a severe lack of understanding of the issue across Norwegian society, experts say, from children to teenagers to prosecutors.

“The verdict has been on everyone’s lips, both in my personal world with my friends, but also here at the office we have discussed this quite a bit,” said Åsne Solberg, a legal adviser at JURK, which provides free advice to women at their offices in Oslo.

Like many other Norwegian women, Solberg has been personally shaken by the combination of the trial, and the publication of the Epstein files, which revealed details of the years-long friendship between Høiby’s mother, Crown Princess Mette-Marit, and the late US sex offender.

“You really get a glimpse of how some of these men resonate, or don’t resonate, with their own actions,” she said. “And how, deep down on the inside, they perceive women and the worth of women and what they can do to women. I think it’s just very dark, honestly.”

She also knows from professional experience that the Høiby case is not unique.

Despite Norway’s reputation as a global leader on gender equality, one in five women have been raped at least once, and one in 10 have experienced serious partner violence. “We call it the Nordic paradox,” said Solberg. “That on paper we are very equal but when it comes to our violence statistics it is quite dire still.”

Norway’s new consent laws, which came into effect last year, criminalise sex without explicit consent, meaning prosecutors don’t need to prove violence or threats or the incapacity of the victim to resist to get a rape conviction. The charges against Høiby related to incidents that took place from before the new laws came into effect.

Sweden, Denmark, Finland and Iceland have also introduced consent-based rape laws. Officials in Sweden said changing the legal definition of rape to sex without consent led to a 75% increase in convictions.

Solberg, who has campaigned for years for the law change, said she thinks it would have made a difference in the Høiby case. “This whole case and the proceedings illustrate why we needed the change in the penal code,” she said.

It was especially apparent, she said, in the focus on whether or not victims were asleep during the rapes. Under the new law, this would not have been necessary, she believes. “The most relevant theme of evidence would be whether she consented or not, not whether she was actually asleep or not.”

Nok Norge (Enough Norway) is an umbrella organisation for government-funded centres that provide support to sexual abuse victims around the country, including in some schools. It says behaviour demonstrated in the Høiby trial was representative of a broader culture around sex and explicit image sharing.

Ingvild Hestad Torkelsen, the organisation’s leader, said: “Porn is getting into bedrooms very early … We have a lot of girls that come to our centres that say the first time they had sex the boys wanted to strangle them because they’ve seen that done in porn … It’s more brutal or aggressive very early.”

Increased screen time has also left gaps in knowledge about how to communicate and read body language effectively, she said. While schools teach sex education, it is more about the “mechanics” of sex than feelings, boundaries or communication.

Kari Helene Partapuoli, the secretary general of the Norwegian women’s public health association Sanitetskvinnene , said the issue of intimate photos and videos – including those taken with consent – are an added concern for children and young people.

“There are a lot of closed groups,” she said. “It’s something that keeps coming up. And I think everyone who is a parent today has those discussions with their children, teenagers especially, boys or girls.”

Before the start of the trial, Sanitetskvinnene reported a rise in the number of women reporting abuse and sexual assault at the hands of their partners.

Partapuoli hopes the verdicts, some of which have been appealed by Høiby, will have a much wider impact on Norwegian society: “All of history shows that you have to speak up. Unfortunately, often an individual has to go through that kind of public scrutiny, like these women have done in this court case, and also in rape cases.”

But, she added, there is some way to go. “We have to keep talking about it, learning, changing attitudes and taking it through court cases. This does not have an easy fix, but you have to keep working.”

Marco Bezzecchi banned from Czech MotoGP race after slapping track marshal | MotoGP | The Guardian

Keyword – Sport
Trefwoorden – MotoGP, Motor sport, Motorcycling, Sport
Title – Marco Bezzecchi banned from Czech MotoGP race after slapping track marshal | MotoGP | The Guardian
Author – AFP
Link – Marco Bezzecchi banned from Czech MotoGP race after slapping track marshal | MotoGP | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-21T14:52:11.000Z
Category – Sport
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2026/jun/21/motogp-marco-bezzecchi-czech-grand-prix-slap-steward

The MotoGP championship leader, Marco Bezzecchi, was banned from Sunday’s Czech GP after slapping a track marshal in the face after a crash in Saturday’s sprint, MotoGP said.

The 27-year-old Italian Aprilia Racing rider crashed out of the sprint with two laps to go. Footage on TNT Sports showed Bezzecchi running towards a marshal, pushing him and then slapping him in the face as the marshal was standing over his bike in the gravel.

“Bezzecchi will not take part in the Czech GP,” MotoGP said on its website .

A document published by the FIM MotoGP Stewards association told Bezzecchi that “following a crash you pushed and struck circuit marshals who were trying to recover your machine … That is an infringement of Article 3.3.2.2, an action ‘prejudicial to the interests of the sport.”

Aprilia appealed against the stewards’ decision on Saturday, but the appeal stewards upheld the original verdict, and Aprilia said it would not protest any further.

It is another blow to Bezzecchi’s hopes of a maiden MotoGP title after he failed to finish the Hungarian GP two weeks ago, when his teammate Jorge Martín took him out in turn one. Adding to Aprilia’s woes, Martín will have to serve two long-lap penalties for causing that crash.

Bezzecchi apologised “to everyone, Aprilia Racing and my fans” in a statement. He continued: “I would like to apologise to the entire MotoGP community for my behaviour toward the trackside marshal.

“I’m also sorry because I know how much effort and sacrifice marshals make to ensure our safety. This behaviour shouldn’t happen and there is no justification for it.” On Sunday, MotoGP posted a video of Bezzecchi apologising to the marshal and embracing him.

Marc Márquez won Sunday’s race on a scorching day in Brno, scoring a second straight win after dominating in Hungary two weeks ago.

The pole sitter, Japan’s Ai Ogura, finished second ahead of Márquez’s factory Ducati teammate, Francesco Bagnaia. Both riders quickly overtook Ogura, Bagnaia striking on the first lap and Márquez following seconds later.

Márquez, a seven-time MotoGP world champion, then circled patiently behind his teammate, narrowing his gap on his teammate to a tenth of a second by the 11th lap. Five laps later, the Spaniard swept past Bagnaia and raced away to earn his fifth MotoGP victory on the Brno circuit.

Bezzecchi still leads the overall standings with 180 points, ahead of Martín with 172, Ducati’s Fabio Di Giannantonio on 157 and Marc Márquez with 140.

The headline and text of this article were amended on 21 June 2026. Marco Bezzecchi slapped a track marshal, not a steward as an earlier version said.

The rise and fall of Keir Starmer: where did it all go wrong? | Keir Starmer | The Guardian

Keyword – Politics
Trefwoorden – Keir Starmer, Politics, Labour, Labour party leadership, UK news
Title – The rise and fall of Keir Starmer: where did it all go wrong? | Keir Starmer | The Guardian
Author – Jonathan Freedland
Link – The rise and fall of Keir Starmer: where did it all go wrong? | Keir Starmer | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-22T15:24:34.000Z
Category – News
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/politics/ng-interactive/2026/jun/22/the-rise-and-fall-of-keir-starmer-where-did-it-all-go-wrong

Historians will puzzle over this one. Of the six prime ministers that have led Britain over the last decade, with a seventh now on the way, it will be the fall of Keir Starmer that will most perplex the political analysts of the future.

They will ponder a man who won a landslide victory in July 2024 only to be pushed out less than two years later , having started no illegal wars, having triggered no grave economic crises, having been accused of no scandalous act of corruption.

They will scratch their heads at a PM who paid the ultimate political price, even though few could point to the single, obvious political crime he had committed.

So what did for Starmer – and what legacy, if any – does he leave behind? Perhaps most important, what does the fleeting premiership of the outgoing Labour leader portend for whoever takes his place?

Start with his undoing, which was a function of both the man and his times. Plenty will say, and have said in recent days, that Starmer’s failure was pre-ordained, for the simple reason that he was not a politician and had no aptitude for politics. At face value, that statement is obviously absurd. No one rises to the top of a major political party and then wins a 174-seat parliamentary majority by accident.

Nor will it do to suggest that Starmer’s success came solely from being in the right place at the right time, a lucky player of political pass-the-parcel who had an election victory land in his lap when it was Labour’s turn.

Of course, it’s fair to describe the 2024 result as a national repudiation of the Conservatives rather than an embrace of Labour, but merely to have turned the party into an acceptable receptacle for that deep well of anti-Tory feeling was itself a significant achievement.

Five years earlier, voters had handed Labour their biggest drubbing since 1935. But Starmer’s tacit promise of calm, technocratic competence – after the Boris Johnson and Liz Truss years of florid Tory scandal and chaos – the sense that he was a decent, if unexciting, man, was enough to reassure voters that Labour could be trusted with power.

No one should fool themselves that such a process is automatic. Recall how few leaders in Labour’s entire history had ever won a parliamentary majority at a general election. Until Starmer, the grand total was three.

And yet, even a biographer as admiring of Starmer as Tom Baldwin was tempted to describe his subject as an “unpolitician”.

Baldwin meant that largely as a compliment, but the word also nodded to the fact that Starmer lacked several of the skills of the top-flight politician – and those deficiencies cost him very dear.

First, and most well-documented, was his weakness as a communicator. It was more than a mere absence of charisma. It was the inability to make a clear, compelling argument. A curious failing in a prosecutor, though perhaps not such a surprise when you recall that Starmer was rarely a courtroom, jury-facing advocate.

But Starmer could not seem to make a case, still less tell a story. He needed to construct a narrative for his government and he never did. Even his resignation speech on the steps of Downing Street felt more like a recitation, a list, than an argument. Perhaps the only moment of connection came when he spoke of his wife and children, and the crack in his voice spoke more eloquently than his words ever had.

Communication is not some kind of presentational add-on; it is essential to the task of political leadership. It enables a leader to retain the support of an anxious public when times get tough or during the inevitable delay between action and results.

Margaret Thatcher kept Britons with her when she explained that the strong economic medicine she had administered to the country might be hard to swallow, but it would eventually bring a recovery. It made even the pain seem like part of the plan.

Starmer was unable to craft a similar account of himself and his government. Few voters could tell you what the Starmer plan for Britain was; the truth is, few Labour MPs could tell you that either.

And that failing could not be ascribed solely to Starmer’s limitations as a speaker. It flowed from the fact that Starmer did not, in fact, have a plan, at least not one that could be easily summarised and expressed, a project that might enable everyone in government to know what it was they were expected to achieve.

It needn’t have been anything as grand as an intellectual vision; it is not compulsory for a prime minister to double as a political theorist. But for Starmer to have arrived in office without a blueprint, or even a to-do list for each department, meant valuable time was lost in those precious first months when a government’s stock of political capital is at its highest.

It was in that same early period that Starmer made a crucial error that, again, betrayed a lack of an essential political instinct: the ability to read the (national) room.

The electorate had handed Labour a resounding mandate; they had been desperate to see the back of the Tories. After austerity, the divisions of Brexit and the deprivations of Covid, Britons wanted at least to hope that things might get better. But Starmer moved fast to trample on any green shoot of optimism, warning instead that life was about to get worse.

That didn’t just kill the mood. It had an economic effect, creating a feelbad factor at the very moment when consumer confidence might have taken off. He could have left the gloomcasting to his chancellor, while he spoke of the sunshine that was to come. Instead, he sounded as downbeat as his No 11 neighbour: it was bad cop, bad cop. A mood of sullen dissatisfaction set in and never shifted.

Beyond that, you can point to failings of both strategy and tactics. He got the big picture wrong, sticking with a chief adviser in Morgan McSweeney who had been a brilliant factional streetfighter, wresting control of Labour from the Corbynites. But McSweeney was so fixated on wooing the Farage-curious “hero voters” of the party’s former heartlands, that Starmer soon angered and alienated the urban, professional liberals and middle-class progressives who in the mid-2020s constitute much of Labour’s core vote. Only an unpolitician with no feel for his own party could have given a speech that channelled the spirit of Enoch Powell as it warned of Britain becoming an “island of strangers.”

Starmer walked that phrase back, saying he hadn’t known of its Powellite origins. That was one of a long list of U-turns – each one a tactical misstep that revealed either a muddled or entirely absent strategy. Whether it was the move to restrict winter fuel payments, a welfare reform bill or digital ID, Starmer made a habit of proposing a change only to abandon it. Each time he did, his authority shrank – and the sense grew of an administration that didn’t know where it was going or how to get there.

Observers of Whitehall testified to another gap in Starmer’s skillset, an inability, even an unwillingness, to do one of the defining aspects of the job of prime minister, namely to adjudicate disputes between departments and colleagues. That, they suggested, was one explanation for the multiple decisions that were unmade or reversed. Starmer’s defenders say that, while it was true that he believed in empowering his secretaries of state, and that he sought to delegate much conflict resolution to the newly-created role of chief secretary to the PM, he made the tough calls when he had to. Inevitably, some ministers didn’t like those calls when they came, with John Healey’s resignation over defence spending the most recent example.

But that approach, delegating tasks that his predecessors might have, even somewhat control-freakishly, kept for themselves, also exacted a heavy price. Not only was he swayed, chiefly by McSweeney, to send Peter Mandelson to Washington as UK ambassador, but he was happy to hand over the whole matter to others. A more political PM would have known that Mandelson was a byword for risk and would have kept a vigilant eye on the process. Starmer did not and the Guardian revelation that the former grandee had, in effect, failed security vetting did him enormous damage.

What’s more, when trouble came, as it always does for a prime minister, Starmer had too few supporters to draw on. He had not courted individual MPs, inviting them in for a chat, showing them love, persuading them that their opinion mattered – the basic, human stuff of politics at any level, the means by which you build up a reserve of loyalty that you can draw on when the weather turns. Labour has a huge majority in the Commons – but few of those 400-plus MPs felt much allegiance, or debt, to Starmer.

Still, the fault lay not only in the man. The historians of the future will also note the structural disadvantages that made Starmer’s position so perilous. He arrived in July 2024 with a desperate inheritance: public services starved of cash and an anemic economy no longer generating the resources required to pay for everything Britons wanted and needed. Life has remained stubbornly hard for millions, which accounts for much of the anger that has infused British politics for over a decade.

Within weeks of his taking office, that discontent was directed at Starmer. One cabinet minister would describe the PM as suffering the fate of “the third plumber”. The homeowner feels their greatest fury not for the first plumber who fails to repair a leak, nor even the second plumber who botches the job and makes the problem worse, but for the one who comes after that. It’s that third plumber who cops all the rage that’s been building up. After austerity and Brexit and the Truss fiasco, the wrath landed on Starmer.

And he had little room for manoeuvre. Hemmed in by manifesto commitments that sharply limited the government’s revenue-raising options, it would have taken an outrageously gifted political communicator to persuade the country why Labour had to break its pre-election promises – and though there were hints he might do just that on income tax rates, he pulled back (again).

Perhaps there was a time when voters would have given a newly elected PM a few years to turn things around, but those days are long gone. The electorate is impatient now, demanding almost instant results. That process has been intensified and accelerated by social media, which does not merely put the worst possible gloss on the actions and motives of those in its sights, but distorts public figures out of all recognition. Labour canvassers for the May elections were shocked to find voters who were not just disappointed in Starmer but harboured a visceral loathing for him – who saw him in almost demonic terms. They were reacting to an invention untethered to reality, but one pushed and promoted by Elon Musk and his X platform especially.

Given all that he faced, historians might be impressed with what Starmer achieved. In his resignation speech, he highlighted his transformation of the Labour party, the fall in NHS waiting lists and the lifting of half a million children out of poverty, along with a raft of workers’ and renters’ rights that, say Starmer’s advocates, sits at the centre of a record of progressive accomplishment that bears comparison to the first two years of the 1945 government. They also credit Starmer with boosting Britain’s standing on the world stage, the canny statecraft that kept Donald Trump’s US engaged on Ukraine and which kept the UK out of Trump’s doomed war with Iran – a decision that takes its place alongside that of Starmer’s hero, Harold Wilson, to abstain from the war in Vietnam. At all this, say Starmer’s friends, he was brilliantly adept. But, sighs one, “This is not an age of substance, it’s an age of sheen – and he was just not very good at that.”

All of which amounts to a cautionary tale for Andy Burnham, or whoever steps next into No 10. He will be the fifth prime minister in four years and, as such, will overnight become the object of all the frustrations that only grow greater with each successive failure. Burnham has many of the skills that Starmer lacked – he is a politician to his fingertips – but he will face the same country. One whose economy has been struggling and institutions are creaking, one that has become volatile and unsteady in the decade since the Brexit vote that marks its 10th anniversary on Tuesday – one whose impatience is growing. Keir Starmer is the latest victim of that impatience. Few would bet on him being the last.

M John Harrison: ‘If we met a real alien we’d have no clue what they thought’ | Books | The Guardian

Keyword – Books
Trefwoorden – Books, Science fiction books, Culture, Fiction
Title – M John Harrison: ‘If we met a real alien we’d have no clue what they thought’ | Books | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/chrispower
Link – M John Harrison: ‘If we met a real alien we’d have no clue what they thought’ | Books | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-21T11:00:29.000Z
Category – Culture
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/books/2026/jun/21/m-john-harrison-if-we-met-a-real-alien-wed-have-no-clue-what-they-thought

T hree years ago, in a greasy spoon on the fringes of the City of London, M John Harrison – Mike to his friends – told me about the novel he was working on. Rather than describing its plot or characters, he spoke purely about the challenge the book presented to him as a writer. With this one, he said, he wanted to push things as far as they could go.

Now that book, The End of Everything – his 13th novel – is about to be published. It describes a disintegrating Britain in which the iGhetti – monstrously sized, extremely powerful and strange lifeforms that look like powdery, slow-motion explosions – rule the country and possibly the world. Or do they? In its unwillingness to divulge any more than its characters know, which isn’t much, the novel is more alien evasion than invasion.

No one knows where the iGhetti came from. Maybe the astral plane, or “out of the internet”. Their purpose is similarly obscure. What remains of the authorities treat them as hostile, sending ineffectual waves of bombers and attack helicopters, but the incomers might equally well be engaging in “spiritual tourism and gentrification” as in colonisation. “If we were to meet a real alien,” Harrison says, sitting on the sunny terrace of a riverside pub in Barnes, south-west London, where he used to live, “we would have no clue whatsoever what they ‘thought’, or why they did anything, or if they thought they were doing something.” Science fiction often pays lip service to that idea, he says, but “never passes that feeling on to the reader”.

Harrison is a slim, nimble 80-year-old, his full beard and long hair glowingly white. His skin has the nutty tone – unusual in writers – of someone who has spent plenty of their life outdoors. The planes of his face look austere in photographs but in person he is often laughing, and the eagerness with which he talks about meeting the demands of the new book underlines how much he’s enjoying himself.

This wasn’t always the case. In 1998, a year after Harrison published the bleak toxic waste-themed dystopia Signs of Life, Iain Banks took him out for a night of drinking in Soho with the aim of persuading him to return to the purer sci-fi realms where his career began. “I always keep in mind what Iain said to me,” Harrison admits, “which is that I don’t have enough fun on the page. That was hurtful.” The next day, he started writing the notes for Light, the first volume in his Kefahuchi Tract trilogy. Not the space opera Banks suggested but a parody of one, because nothing with Harrison is straightforward. “Nothing at all,” he happily agrees.

Harrison was born in Rugby, Warwickshire, in 1945. He had a difficult relationship with his father, an engineer, who died when Harrison was 13. He truanted a lot from school, spending part of each day in the local library. “The great thing about libraries then was there weren’t so many dust jackets about,” he tells me. “I would pick a book up, read the first two pages, think, ‘Oh wow, that’s weird’, and it would turn out to be a Robbe-Grillet, and it would open a door to the anti-novel. Or it would be Ballard, or another sci-fi book. You never knew what you were going to get.”

When Harrison began writing as a teenager in the 1950s, the genres of fantasy and sci-fi were supported by numerous monthly magazines. In 1966, one of them accepted a story of his. He moved to London and began writing obsessively through the night. He met Michael Moorcock, then the editor of New Worlds magazine, and became a regular contributor. “I had to be in New Worlds,” he says, “because it was Ballard’s main medium for short stories at that time. It was at the height of my interest in him as a kind of combination of a surrealist and an imagist. Especially in the short story form. And I wanted to be that. I really wanted to be that.”

On his blog, Harrison has described The End of Everything as the kind of book that might have been serialised in New Worlds circa 1967. I’m not so sure they would have accepted it. “I think it might have been too much even for them,” he agrees. “I wanted it to have the flavour of the novel that I would have submitted then if I’d had any technique, skill or talent, a book that on the surface looks like sci-fi but then, as you read it, gets depthier and depthier. That was what I wanted. My heroes could do that. And now, 60 years later, so can I.”

He laughs as he says this, but it’s taken Harrison a long time to arrive at a place where he’s happy both with his work and its reception. The 1970s saw him strain against the genre conventions of sci-fi and fantasy, which he tried to undermine in The Centauri Device (a book he now disparages) and his Viriconium sequence. A breakthrough occurred when he resolved to write a short story without allowing himself to plan it out beforehand or keep notes. The New Rays is “about Katherine Mansfield. And it’s for Katherine Mansfield.” He admired what she and Virginia Woolf had done with fragmented narrative back in the 1910s and 20s (Eliot’s The Waste Land was also formational) but didn’t know how to approach that way of working himself. “The only techniques I had were almost exactly opposite to what I needed. They were the techniques of genre fiction: making a narrative, making a synopsis, following the synopsis, making the causalities plain, following the causalities. And none of that would do.”

By the time The New Rays was published in 1982, Harrison had left London for “the boondocks outside Huddersfield” to pursue an obsessive interest in rock climbing. The next two decades, which saw the publication of the novels Climbers (1989), The Course of the Heart (1992) and Signs of Life (1997), were the most intensely creative of his life. “I let it take over,” he says now of writing. “And I produced, as a result, several short stories and three novels that had real depth and density of observation, and a deep, dense sense of place.”

This is an understatement when it comes to Climbers, which isn’t just one of Harrison’s masterpieces but one of the best English novels of the last 50 years. The book follows a group of climbing junkies around the Peak District, men and women who, like many of Harrison’s protagonists, are out of joint with the wider world. It is still criminally obscure despite the loud enthusiasm of, among others, Robert Macfarlane and Olivia Laing.

As we quit one pub for another, walking through the quiet Barnes streets, Harrison recalls the moment the book became possible. Leaving a quarry outside Sheffield at sundown one day, “I noticed that the way the sun related to the jagged top of the quarry, from my viewpoint, meant the shadows looked like the turned-down pages of a book. I stopped and scribbled that in one of my notebooks. I suddenly thought, I can do this. I’m the person to do this. It was really weird. What had stopped me from writing fiction about my own experience, or even nonfiction, was that I didn’t really feel I was the person to do it. I didn’t feel I had the authority. And then I wrote that sentence down, looked at it and thought, ‘Yeah, I can do this.’ It was amazing,” he says, still sounding as surprised as he was in that shadowed Yorkshire quarry decades ago. “You hunt for that your whole life.”

Harrison, “utterly determined to stop apologising for not being an SF writer”, now began producing work he fully believed in. But he had – and still has – an uneasy relationship with his creativity. “It was like discovering a different voice inside you,” he explains. “And it was better than me. I’m going to tell you this,” he says, lowering his voice as if this other presence might hear us. “He knows more than I do, he’s more mature than I am, he’s a better writer than I am, and he has very considerable contempt for me. But every so often he’ll look at something and think, yeah, that’s OK, and he’ll step in and take over and produce something like Climbers.”

At times, Harrison says, he feels he is the impostor. “There are two of us and one of us knows he’s the real me, and it isn’t me.” Then, thankfully, he laughs, dispelling the eerie sense of having slipped into one of his own fictions, where terrible things are revealed in the most pedestrian surroundings: a Pizza Express, a drab provincial courtroom, or a pub in Barnes after the lunchtime rush.

Having moved back to London after realising he was too old to continue climbing (and perhaps because some in that community “were offended by the clarity of the portrait”), in 2012 Harrison found himself suddenly overcome with anger at a publishing party in Covent Garden. “I got outside,” he says, “and the rain was pissing down and I flashed back to 1968: same street, same rain, same sense of failure, same sense of not getting on with the industry.” He remembers thinking: “I’ve wasted 30 years of my life in London and I’m no further forward. I’ve learned all this stuff and I can do all these things and it’s still not been recognised.” The solution, he thought, was to “be even more uncompromising in the provinces”.

He moved to Shropshire with his partner, the editor and writer Cath Phillips, and started to write The Sunken Land Begins to Rise Again. That book won the Goldsmiths prize in 2020. Frances Wilson, the chair of judges (of which I was one), called it “a literary masterpiece”. Harrison remembers the ceremony, an online affair due to Covid restrictions. “I felt so relieved. I had a drink or two and fell asleep. I relaxed for the first time in about 40 years. I thought: ‘I won a proper prize. I can go to sleep now.’”

The work of most writers who publish into their 70s and 80s tends to decline in quality. With Sunken Land and The End of Everything, and his “anti-memoir” Wish I Was Here, Harrison has produced some of his best work. One reason climbing was such a perfect subject is that he is motivated by problems, and climbers view a rock face as a sequence of problems.

The problem presented by The End of Everything, the one he talked about in that greasy spoon in 2023, was how to leave so much out while still exploring how “human beings are working with broken epistemologies to try and understand the world that we’ve made. The enigmas of reality,” he explains, “as in, say, quantum mechanics, aren’t the real mysteries any more. The real mysteries are what the fuck we’ve done to the world, why we did it, and what epistemology we used to perform this act of vandalism.”

Conveying bafflement without sacrificing readability is Harrison’s recurring problem, one he’s faced “for 30 or 40 years. You’ve got to be so careful with explanation,” he says, sounding almost pained. “If you help the reader too much, you lose that inexplicability. You’ve got to commit.” The End of Everything is the result of that commitment, thrilling to experience because, not in spite of, its resistance to disclosure.

The book is dizzying in its invention – not only in Harrison’s creation of a post-invasion world of semi-abandoned seaside towns, crashed airliners and repurposed polytunnels, but also at the granular level of moments you want to return to, sometimes for the sake of comprehension, sometimes just to re-experience their strange power: the “clean arch of brand new stars” revealed after the iGhetti’s arrival; the “rich surf of objects” – alien detritus – his characters scavenge from the sea. It is also a continuation of that late-night Soho conversation from nearly 30 years ago. “I thought: OK, here you go, Iain,” says Harrison. “I’m having fun but I’m also gonna commit. This is gonna be the one that is written without any compromise.”

And if the title sounds ominously final, we shouldn’t read into it. “I’ve got two or three short stories which,” he says with relish, “are being very intractable.” On to the next problem then? He laughs. “Yeah, what’s the next problem? What impossible thing can I try and do now?”

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Superfood or sweet treat? 17 delicious ways with popcorn – from snack bars and choux buns to salads and soups | Food | The Guardian

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Title – Superfood or sweet treat? 17 delicious ways with popcorn – from snack bars and choux buns to salads and soups | Food | The Guardian
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Link – Superfood or sweet treat? 17 delicious ways with popcorn – from snack bars and choux buns to salads and soups | Food | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-21T09:00:26.000Z
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URL – https://www.theguardian.com/food/2026/jun/21/superfood-or-sweet-treat-17-delicious-ways-with-popcorn-from-snack-bars-and-choux-buns-to-salads-and-soups

P opcorn became indelibly associated with cinema-going during the Great Depression (it was cheap and hugely profitable), but it also has an established reputation as a superfood – recently given a boost by longevity expert Dan Buettner, who described popcorn as the best snack to eat if you want to live to 100. “It’s very high in fibre, it’s very high in complex carbohydrates, and it even has more polyphenols than a lot of vegetables,” he said.

Popping corn has been consumed by humans for at least 4,000 years, but its widespread popularity as a snack probably dates to a single event : the Columbian Exposition of 1893, also known as the World’s Fair, held in Chicago.

It was there that inventor Charles Cretors introduced the first mobile, steam-powered popcorn machine, which enabled street vendors to travel to fairgrounds, baseball games and political rallies. At this same exposition, two brothers started selling their own proprietary mix of sweet molasses-coated popcorn and peanuts. Later packaged and sold under the name Cracker Jack, it is often considered to be America’s first junk food.

So popcorn can be good for you or bad for you, depending on how much salt, sugar and fat you add to it. Here are 17 recipes running the entire spectrum, from healthy to indulgent to potentially life-threatening – offered without prejudice.

First up, a spiced popcorn brought to you by the British Heart Foundation. It requires nothing more than a half-teaspoon of smoked paprika and a quarter-teaspoon of ground cumin per 50g of popcorn kernels (this doesn’t seem like enough to me; I’ve never used a quarter-teaspoon of anything). Put everything into a pan with a tight-fitting lid, along with a couple of teaspoons of sunflower oil, and pop.

For a slightly more complex – and saltier – variation, Guardian reader Rachel Kelly offers popcorn with a spiced salt that includes chilli and lime as well as paprika and cumin. Nigel Slater suggests fennel seed and pancetta popcorn in which the corn is popped in a mixture of butter and bacon fat.

The choice between salted and sweetened popcorn divides opinion, although I generally reserve my ire for people who mix the two. It requires no small leap of faith, then, for me to recommend Yotam Ottolenghi’s spicy popcorn , which features a caramel made from butter, sugar, salt, chilli and dried shrimp. The coated popcorn is baked for an hour until it loses its stickiness, then mixed in a two-to-one ratio with plain popcorn.

For a more straightforward toffee popcorn , you can’t go far wrong with a recipe containing only butter and muscovado sugar. Susanna Booth, meanwhile, has a dairy-free toffee popcorn that can be adapted to produce two flavours: margarita (lime and salt) and coffee .

Liam Charles’s honey-caramel popcorn is closer to the traditional American Cracker Jack, although he claims it’s the result of a serendipitous cinema collision between toffee popcorn and honey-roasted nuts. If you’re after a more dedicated recreation of the original, this homemade cracker jack from Brown Eyed Baker is a decent approximation, and even a possible improvement.

Popcorn granola snack bars come with the imprimatur of the Popcorn Board, an awareness-raising nonprofit funded by US popcorn processors, which collectively might be referred to as Big Popcorn. They would like you to eat way more popcorn, and their snack bars are an amalgam of popcorn, peanuts, granola, honey and peanut butter. For a slightly less-stuck-together version of the same idea, try Bombay popcorn mix : peanuts, popcorn, sultanas and crispy chickpeas. For an even more stuck-together version, Tom Kerridge’s popcorn bars are fused with chocolate and marshmallows.

Salted caramel and popcorn crumble choux buns , which include three kinds of sugar and a filling of toffee popcorn cream, bring us quite a long way from superfood territory. If this isn’t the Snack Least Likely to Help You Live to 100, it must surely be on the shortlist.

Popcorn’s status as a whole grain sometimes allows it to make an appearance in bread recipes. In this popcorn bread recipe from Australian Better Homes and Gardens, the popcorn is first reduced to a powder in a blender before being combined with less unusual bread ingredients, such as flour and yeast. Likewise popcorn can be deployed as part of a coating prior to frying fish, as with popcorn and mushroom-crusted tilapia (another idea from Big Popcorn).

From the wilder shores of popcorn-based culinary innovation come not one but two recipes for popcorn salad. The first is a strange but apparently quite traditional picnic dish familiar to residents of the American heartland. This popcorn salad recipe from The Kitchn combines freshly popped popcorn, grated carrots, celery, spring onions, tinned water chestnuts, grated cheddar, bacon, mayonnaise and ranch dressing. Suffice to say it’s not just the popcorn that makes it weird.

The other one – from Three Many Cooks – is a simple rocket and onion salad with a classic vinaigrette dressing, and popcorn . The idea is easier to get your head round if you think of the popcorn as a crouton alternative. Pretend you’re out of croutons.

Finally, popcorn soup. Almost all the recipes I found tell you to whiz and sieve the soup before serving – often several times – so the popcorn element is not textural, except for the few pieces sprinkled on top as a garnish. This popcorn soup recipe from A Food Lover’s Kitchen, modelled on a dish from a Seattle restaurant, also uses fresh corn on the cob. The kernels are first stripped off, and the denuded cobs used to make corn stock. Otherwise it’s popcorn, celery, carrot, onion and cream, resulting in a smooth chowder with a delicious buttery corn taste. Just don’t try to take it to the cinema with you.