
Distant Mirror: A Nation of Patsies, 50 Years On
*Below is a slightly revised version of my column in the latest print version of CounterPunch magazine. Alex Cox was in full flow, holding forth across the candle-glittered wine glasses and fine china plates. The two of us had more or less gate-crashed High Table at an Oxford college. He had been artist-in-residence there for a year, but that year had passed and it was not entirely clear that he retained his dining privileges — much less the right to invite a hick from the sticks for a free feed with the Fellows. But there we were. He was in