The Griper's Times

THERE is a wonderful quote from Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird about having the courage to fight your corner even when you know "you're licked to begin with." "You rarely win," Atticus Finch tells his children. "But sometimes you do." I was delighted to hear the news this afternoon that one of these against these odds successes had been chalked up locally, with a second-hand bookshop raising the funds it needs to stave off closure. The chances of volunteers making up the five-figure sum in six weeks seemed remote - a "daydream" as they described it today. One would not have blamed the team for simply accepting the charity's decision to shut up shop. No one would have blamed pensioners or young mums or fellow traders along the high street for failing to invest too many hours or pennies in what appeared a lost cause. Yet the donations came in dribs and drabs. Iced biscuits were sold in a local cafe. Schoolkids gave in the name of Wo...

BOOKS Revisited feels like just the sort of place that a cosy BBC children's drama might get started. I can easily imagine our teenage hero taking shelter on a stormy afternoon and, while browsing the shelves of ageing novels and weighty old tomes, finding something unexpected... I even have in mind a book worthy of their attention. How about a coal-black hardback, embossed with gold script. And on the cover the staring horned head of something far from human. If I'm being pretty specific it's because I found that very title on a dreary day a few years ago in the often-visited, always rewarding "ghosts and witchcraft" section.  The very fact that there's a room on the second floor where this alcove exists might explain why there's a special place in my heart for this second-hand shop.  And why I'm so sad there's a chance that, come the end of the month, the doors could close for good. That is unless the team of volunteers can scrape together the £3...

WHEN a six and a half tonne steamer rolled over a computer hard drive peppered with unfinished novels, it appeared to bring Terry Pratchett's literary canon to a conclusive end. Before he died the author left quite explicit instructions about what was to done with any works in progress and his dying wish was fulfilled some six years ago... at Dorset Steam Fair no less. But it appears that the one story that Pratchett gave permission to be passed on for posthumous polish was his own. A newly-released biography by his long-time friend and personal assistant Rob Wilkins draws on the notes for a memoir which the writer had started to pull together after being diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's. It's nice to see the finished book strung with excerpts from that collection of recollections, not least because they offer frequent flashes of Pratchett's utterly distinctive voice. But Wilkins' introduction is honest enough to admit that what had been drawn together was rou...

IS "gentle comedy" another way of saying that basically a show isn't especially funny? It might raise a wry smile, rising to the occasional parp of laughter. But by the main measure of a sitcom - whether it can leave you howling for more - it is an abject failure. This might be why The Detectorists' creator Mackenzie Crook initially pushed back against the "gentle" labelling when the show debuted in 2014. Isn't it the "edgy" comedies which clean up at award shows and win armies of devotees? Except his passion project is in every aspect a massive success; so much so that, at this point, I'd suggest any headlines describing it as "a hidden treasure" are more to do with lazy sub-editors than anything else. It's a series about two middle-aged mates - Lance and Andy - who go looking for ancient artefacts. Hence "hidden treasure". Geddit? Yet the programme bagged a Bafta in its first year, was later named among Britain...

IF you want any further proof that right-wing parties play by very different rules you only have to thumb through the contents of today's "mini-budget".  Mini by name, but certainly not in ambition; the £45 billion package of tax cuts is the biggest we've seen since 1972. The major takeaway is almost all of the headline measures hugely favour big business and the highest earners. Our new PM hasn't even attempted to hide it , rather bizarrely suggesting one of the most unequal countries in Europe has previously paid too much heed to redistribution. Top rate tax - paid only by those on £150,000 or more - has, in an instant, been axed. The cap on bankers' bonuses has been similarly abolished. Mega corporations like Amazon and British American Tobacco will be asked to pay no more. We'll leave aside for a minute whether it's democratic that such a drastic vision has been given the green light by a political constituency smaller than the population of the Is...

ONE in nine people are currently waiting for treatment on the NHS - that's something like 7.5 million people nationwide. Patients driven to desperation by waiting times have reportedly reached the point of trying to crowdfund private treatment. BBC investigations show others are resorting to loans in order to avoid the logjam facing our health service. With ambulance trusts nationwide having declared black alerts - meaning even heart attack sufferers could wait hours for paramedics - and concerns over an "alarming collapse" in the quality of GP services, it's hard to overstate pressures. Don't take my word for it - Rishi Sunak - the man who until weeks ago was in charge of the nation's purse strings has now said emergency action is needed. Ministers will almost certainly point to the pandemic as having poleaxed services and of course the greatest public health crisis of modern times cannot have failed to have had an impact. One may question of course whether ...

A CGI recreation of the manor/ Wessex Archaeology SOMETIMES you get the very best view at ground level, if not three or four metres beneath it... It's a summery Sunday morning and I'm stood in a muddy trench where centuries of soil have been stripped back to expose what remains of the ancient building. Hundreds of years ago the curve in the river near Coleshill had been chosen as the site for an ambitious Elizabethan estate. And generations later, after the walls had fallen in and fields had enveloped the ruins, the same spot found itself slap-bang in the centre of the HS2 rail route. This already feels like disputed turf - a crossing place between the old and new. Turn one way and you can see the imposing spire of the Medieval church, while on another horizon stand the tower blocks of not so distant North Solihull. But the looming arrival of tracks and pylons and 200mph trains means an urgent need to catalogue the site before it is swallowed by development. Surveys started wit...