History is a bit like a giant bowl of spaghetti.

Imagine that each strand of pasta represents a story, an image, an idea, a narrative. They tangle, merge – daubed and obscured by tomato sauce and grated cheese, difficult to unravel in one piece. Yes, history is a mess

and that’s why we allow ourselves to be spoon fed.

In Britain the most persistent historical spoon-feeding involves what I like to call The Churchill Narrative. As we all know the health of the state can be judged by the size of the footprint on your face, and even more so when you’re actively encouraging it to stamp your brains out. And that is the main function of TCN, that is what perpetuates the mythology so well. Britain, proud and strong, centuries of genetic purity and rolling green hills, a glorious history of monarchs and leaders. The hubris is pervasive, it soaks down through the culture (or more often, invents itself as culture) suffocating alternative viewpoints as it saturates. TCN is designed as an ideological bulwark against sedition