Martin Tiedemann

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Have the leadership candidates been co-operating?

When Alex Baker asked LabourList back in June ‘when are our leadership candidates going to start co-operating?’ it was at the beginning of a long, long summer of debate and soul-searching in the party looking for a credible figure to lead us in opposition and be Labour’s Prime Minister. After dozens of hustings, hundreds of … Continue reading

Primarily missing the point: the debate on primaries distracts us from real efforts to include the public in our democracy

This article appeared on LabourList as part of my guest editorship: Much has been made in recent weeks of the benefits or otherwise of primaries in choosing our elected representatives. Questions of who pays, who votes and who is left out crop up time and again. It’s an understandable response to the battering our democratic system has … Continue reading

Was Oscar winner’s feud formed at the Warehouse Theatre?

In musing on the Warehouse Theatre’s current play, Drood, Mark Shenton of The Stage tells a story about the roots of a theatrical spat down under, which might trace its roots back to a play in Croydon at the Warehouse over a decade ago. In his blog entry, “Emigrating to Croydon”, Mark highlights the suggestion … Continue reading

‘Fuck your mother, fuck your brother’ and smuggling

I was heading out of Romania, to Serbia, with some apprehension, a little upset after two weeks mostly enjoying Romania. There was still so much I hadn’t seen: the Danube Delta, the Black Sea, Maramureş… The train hurtles at a scary 30mph along the valley. The carriages mostly still have cabins for six or eight … Continue reading

European City of Culture: where I learnt about farting

Summary for the hard of reading: Sibiu – a nice old town; English girl said ‘fart’; nasty hotel people; Romanian woman with dalmation and German goat farmers; Romanian telly; lots of rules and rain at an open-air museum. **************** So I arrived at Sibiu (Hermannstadt), and yet again first impressions were not good. It seems … Continue reading

A country life

(So internet cafes haven’t been that accessible. And searching for them hasn’t been such a priority. So I have a lot to say, sorry). ***************** After the rigours of Bucharest and the routine of towns and museums and churches in the towns of Transylvnia, I wanted to head for the countryside, to see if the … Continue reading

Fangs for the memories, Transylvania

Coming to Transylvania, I expected ‘Dracula’ to be everywhere. As I start to plan my last days in the region, I realise it isn’t the case at all. Here and there you see some souvenir of Vlad Ţepeş (Vlad the Impaler), but it’s minor, hidden at the back of the shop or the stall. No … Continue reading

Where are all the Brits?

One night in Braşov, I was sitting in the Auld Scots Pub, a theme pub of sorts where guys in Celtic and Scotland football shirts and girls in tartan miniskirts serve you London Pride, Strongbow and Wembley Gin. (Wembley Gin?! I love Brent but really! It reminds me of seeing t-shirts with ‘Hammersmith’ across northern … Continue reading


Romania seems to be full of rules. Having finshed my venison meal in the rain in Sinaia, I wandered on through the woods to Peleş Castle, the spectacular castle built by the first King of Romania in the late 19th century, considered by many the most beautiful castle in Europe. It is indeed beautiful. It … Continue reading

“It’d take a lot of steam cleaners to clean that puppy”

“Hello. My name is Emil and it is my pleasure to show you around the Palace of the People,” said our tour guide, finishing with a flourish. Forty of us had gathered to hear Emil at Ceacescu’s palace, which the dictator never lived to see in use. I know that it was forty, because Emil … Continue reading