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Sian Berry – November / December 2025

Why are so many people joining the Greens?  

To say it has been an exciting month for the Green Party would be a dramatic understatement. At the time of writing, we now have 130,000 Green Party members, and an unprecedented rate of new people deciding to join our growing movement since the summer. Our excellent, and now hard-pressed social media team is keeping up the pressure, adding a new ‘record numbers’ graphic almost every day announcing another milestone reached. The most recent was that Greens overtook the Conservative membership count. In Brighton and Hove alone, we have over 3,000 members now, and everyone is so welcome to our united and energised team.  

All our members are delighted at the way our brilliant new leader, and my former colleague in the London Assembly, Zack Polanski, has proved to be the kind of effective communicator that political movements dream of. But what Zack is communicating, a hopeful vision for what our country could look like, has always been at the core of what the Green Party stands for. Zack is not saying anything new in terms of Green views on obscene levels of inequality and the awfulness of the rising cost of living, but he is saying it very, very well.  

In our new party political broadcast, Zack articulated what we have long been saying as a party: other kinds of politicians want us to blame each other for the problems they themselves have caused, but we should be looking to blame instead the very wealthiest people who have hoarded money, power and corporate influence at the expense of our communities, public services, and planet. Why is it always put to us that we must face ‘hard choices’ that affect our public services and working-class communities, while multimillionaires and billionaires get off scot-free, not even being asked to contribute a little more in taxes on their extreme wealth?  

The need to right this long-term injustice is a message that is at last getting through to people in our communities. People are crying out to hear this from the Government, or any opposition party, but the Greens have been the only political team to significantly soar in the opinion polls after our conference, a sure sign that people are fed up of mundane and dismal political messages and love to see a party with confidence and fire in its belly.

Against a backdrop of inflamed tensions across the country and awful intimidation targeted at asylum seekers, our new leadership team was emphatic in its conference speeches: migrants and refugees are welcome here. Our unashamed inclusivity, our willingness to argue that migration is this country’s superpower is what is setting the Green Party apart from the rest and is why so many people here in Brighton and Hove are joining us too.  

My constituents’ steadfast commitment to standing up for the rights of marginalised people in our city is just one of reasons I am so endlessly proud to represent Brighton Pavilion, From the rights of refugees, to speaking up for trans and disabled people, Brighton has always had strong values for standing on the side of the oppressed. I am proud to be a member of a party that does the same.  

And unlike other parties, we are not funded by the fossil-fuel lobby or corporations that want to dictate what we can and cannot say. We work only for the best interests of the public – long and short term – and we work in ways that are bottom up and led by our members. If you join us, from day one you can make a tangible difference, contributing to writing our policies, running for office, adding your ideas to the momentum we are gaining. At the next general election, I cannot wait to see a new wave of Green MPs – who I know will be hard-working, dedicated public servants, because they are already hard-working, dedicated local leaders and campaigners.  

As part of our recent boost in publicity, Greens have been accused of no longer caring about the environment. But we have never been a single-issue party and have always drawn the links between effective climate action and social justice. I joined the Greens 24 years ago exactly because of the party’s strong social policies, including a basic income and respect for marginalised people. Climate breakdown is being drastically accelerated by wealthy countries, billionaires and mega corporations but will disproportionately impact those who have done the least damage. Greens are committed to protecting everyone against food insecurity, health crises and extreme weather, not just those who can pay the most.

There are also hundreds of thousands of high-paid green jobs to be created in the rapidly growing green economy. Expanding the rail and bus network to help us all get around, building a resilient renewable energy network that will lower our bills and bring real security, green agriculture to meet food needs and protect nature. There are long-term jobs to be had, and Greens want to create them. 

A recent poll on voting intention for the next general election put Greens level with Labour for the first time ever. This is a huge achievement showing that it is worth voting Green wherever you live. As thousands more join us every day, what has always been true is coming to the forefront: the Green Party is the party to vote for if you want a government that stands up for everyone’s rights, invests in communities, does not cut but funds welfare properly, acts on climate change and builds a future fit for us all. As Zack brilliantly said in our broadcast: “let’s make hope normal again.”   

Editorial – November / December 2025

It’s coming up to Xmas. You can tell,if only because there’s that idiot picture of that idiot dog on the cover. Xmas is all about tradition. And it’s lovely, but there’s always the question of what to get them. The question of presents. 

A few years ago, I bought My Fine Wife an Air Fryer for Xmas. It was that year everyone either bought or was given an air fryer. Has anyone still got theirs? And has anyone who has still got theirs still use it? Didn’t think so. Anyway. 

Actually it was the perfect present. It was a nice big thing in a nice big box, it came with all manner of attachments and a little sachet of dust that you could pour over it to save it the trouble of gathering dust itself. It was quite expensive and I got some serious brownie points – mostly for the size of the box. About a week later, quietly and without fuss, I took it back to the shop and got my money back. The perfect present. Big time brownie points… and your money back. 

Buying presents for a loved one is always a bit of a mission. What do they need? They need nothing. How many bright red Triumph Spitfires can you drive at any one time? We don’t do presents any more. We give each other ‘experiences’. A ticket to go and see that. A trip here, a visit there. Making memories. So much nicer than an idiot kitchen gadget, even one where you get the money back.

Anyway. This year I had a birthday, and My Fine Wife gave me ‘cuttlefish casting’. No, me neither. I know she gets her hair done at a place called Cuttlefish, but how can I say this? If you were going to buy me a present that had something to do with hair, you wouldn’t need much wrapping paper. 

“Cuttlefish are a chunky squid-like creature with a well-developed head, large eyes and mouths with beak-like jaws. They have a fin that runs around their body, eight ‘arms’ with suckers plus two tentacles around the mouth. Cuttlefish are extremely variable in colour, but are usually blackish-brown, mottled or striped”.

The cuttlefish casting was at the Phoenix Art Space, that large possibly unattractive building near The Level by St Peter’s. I must have driven past that place a thousand times – last week alone – but I’ve never really taken much notice of it. But there’s loads of fantastic stuff that goes on there. Like cuttlefish casting. 

Cuttlefish also have a ‘cuttlebone’ which they use for buoyancy. You probably know them from when you were a kid and your Aunt Sadie had a budgie called Twinkie and she used to give it a cuttlefish to eat. Well, a cuttlebone. 

Cuttlebones wash up on shore. They’re white and oblong shaped. One side is hard as bone, the other is soft like polystyrene made of chalk. You make a shape in the soft side, fill it with molten pewter and that’s the casting. 

The class, led by Anna Watson, was easy and fun. It was loveky to spend the day doing something new, something creative. 

I decided to make a ring. I like rings. That was straightforward because I could just copy one of my other rings for size. Loved it. (It’s the one below, next to the dual prong ring). A bit of rubbing down, a bit of filing, a bit of shining. Loved it. Buoyed, I decided to make My Fine Wife a ring. Well, this was all her idea. So I made her a ring. And then another. 

Reader, both rings fitted her like, well, rings. I’m not sure who was more surprised: me, her or the cuttlefish. One thing I do know though. More brownie points than a warehouse full of air fryers.  

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Nicholas Lezard – November / December 2025

Have you ever had occasion to go to the Royal Sussex County Hospital? Chances are you have, because if you’re reading this then (a) you live in Sussex and (b) one is not exactly spoilt for choices when it comes to hospitals in Sussex. And this is a pity for you because there are only, according to the NHS’s own league tables, seventeen hospitals worse than the Royal Sussex in the entire UK: it’s 117th out of 134.

One wonders why, and what can be done about it. Why: I suspect a massive amount of mismanagement. The place is vast, as you know, and that has to increase the chances of confusion when it comes to one department –A & E, say – communicating with another – the Surgical Assessment Unit. Or, indeed, the SAU communicating with my GP Surgery (the very excellent Montpelier Surgery, for whom I have nothing but praise). As I write, my GP is still waiting for paperwork at least a week old from the hospital, the paperwork they did send over was both inaccurate and incomplete, and when I told the doctor I was seeing that the Royal Sussex didn’t exactly seem to be at the top of its game, she made a kind of face which said: “I know exactly what you mean, but it would be bad form to say such a thing about my colleagues.”

It took them four days to diagnose me with gallstones; and they tell me it will be six months to a year before I can be operated on. That’s quite a long time to wait when you’re in constant pain; pain mitigated by a combination of paracetamol and the kind of drugs that the packet tells you not to take for more than five days in a row, in case you become addicted. Joined-up thinking doesn’t seem to be a speciality of the place, but I am grateful for these painkillers, let’s get that straight.

There was a nice young man handing out sandwiches to the wounded in A & E around nine o’clock in the evening; by that stage I’d been there for ten hours. At least I had a cot to lie on. (I am very glad I didn’t choose the cheese sandwich option: it would have played merry hell with my gall bladder. That’s another thing they might want to reconsider.) And I have to say all the staff, obviously overworked as they were, were also very nice, with the significant exception of the Registrar who finally delivered the diagnosis: he had – let me put this politely – all the charm and patient skills of an American customs official, and also failed to send me away with any information or discharge notes, which is apparently a big no-no in hospital circles.

What are your experiences of the Royal Sussex? I’ll bet loads of you have had worse experiences than mine. I don’t know what can be done to make things better, but we have to start somewhere.

Mutations Festival


Mutations Festival has a reputation for being the launchpad for next year’s big names. But with 90 acts playing nine venues over two days, where do you start? Loulou Novick peers into her crystal ball and takes her pick 

Catch them now because next year, they may be headlining the O2! Some names you’ll already know, others might ring a bell, and a few are about to become your new obsession.

With past performers like CMAT and The Last Dinner Party, Mutations has earned its reputation as the festival for discovering what’s next. It’s not just about hearing great music, it’s about finding the artists who are about to break through.

Across two days and nine venues – Chalk, Patterns, Revenge, Hope & Ruin, Green Door Store, Dust, Prince Albert, Folklore Rooms and Alphabet – Mutations delivers a thrilling collision of styles, sounds and scenes. This is where tomorrow’s headliners earn their first encore.


Lambrini Girls 

There’s been a surge in female punk acts across the UK. Bands led by women and non-binary people are not just filling support slots, they’re demanding the stage, bringing political urgency, raw energy, and playfulness together. Brighton’s very own Lambrini Girls are leading that wave, and are set to take the Saturday headline slot at Mutations Festival 2025, a crowning moment in their skyrocketing year following their debut album ‘Who Let The Dogs Out’. This is more than just a gig, but a statement. Punk is evolving, expanding, and rewriting the rules. If you’ve seen them live, you know what you’re in for, it’s a mix of chaos, catharsis and pure punk joy. 

Dry Cleaning

Dry Cleaning are a band you can’t help but get excited about. Formed in 2017 in south London, they’ve been quietly reinventing post-punk ever since. Fresh from recording their third album with Cate Le Bon, their jagged, groove-driven sound is unmistakably sharp – think Wire or The Fall – but made entirely their own by Florence Shaw’s deadpan, spoken-word vocals. Once an illustrator and university lecturer, Shaw brings a wry, magnetic presence that turns every song into a story you can’t stop listening to.

Congratulations 

If you see one band this year, make it Congratulations. My personal favourite after seeing them at The Great Escape this year. Their sound is bold, inventive and built for performing. With effortless, joy-filled crowd work and unstoppable energy, Congratulations turn every show into a surge of pure adrenaline and fun. Check out their single “Get 2 Me” for a taste of what’s coming.

Vraell 

And now, something completely different. Vraell is a classically trained guitarist who creates enchanting “guitar meditations” – delicate, immersive soundscapes that drift and shimmer. Picture a more ethereal, introspective take on the Durutti Column.

Pan Amsterdam

You’ve got to love New York based Pan Amsterdam, who says, “It’s a dope curation that I’m psyched to be a part of and look forward to hitting.” Their sound is cool, funky, with just a touch of hip-hop and fresh, irresistible grooves. Add in some unexpected horns and jazzy twists, and you’ve got a set that’s impossible not to move to.

Jools

Leicester’s own Jools are here to shake things up. With their raucous, guitar-fuelled punk energy, they’re exactly the kind of band that makes you glad live music exists. “We’re super excited to be playing Mutations Festival alongside so many incredible artists. We’re huge fans of the festival and can’t wait to finally play!”

My Precious Bunny

A new project from Brighton’s Lily Wolter (of Penelope Isles), beautiful songs of youth, love, and heartbreak, stitched together with tasty synths, distorted acoustic guitar, and four-part harmonies. 

Ladylike

From the picture you’d be forgiven for thinking we’ve got another noisy punk band, but Brighton’s Ladylike are not that thing. Delicate and possibly a bit folkie, possibly a bit shoegaze. “We’re very excited to be playing this year’s Mutations Festival. It’s such a great celebration of new music in our hometown, so we feel honoured to play!” 

Mutations Festival

November 7 & 8, various venues 

Check out https://mutationsfestival.com/ for venues and details 

Nicholas Lezard – September / October 2025

Of course the big news round here is the opening of Ikea. My friend Ben rang me up the day before the opening. He lives in Kemp Town which is miles away from Churchill Square but he’s very fit.

“I’ve got a proposal for you. You’re not going to like it at first, but there is a reward.” At this stage I do not have the faintest idea what he is talking about.

“Really?”

“A potential reward.”

“They’re opening a new Ikea. And they’re giving out vouchers to the first hundred people who show up on the day.”

“And?”

“Well, most of them will be for £1. But there will be one for £10,000, and one for £1,000. So if we turn up together we have double the chance of winning a ticket.”

“I presume there’s a catch.”

“Well, they’re vouchers you can only spend in Ikea. And you have to go on their website and register as a friend of Ikea. Or family or something. But you have to register, cos if you don’t, you won’t get the money, and if you cock that up, I will never forgive you. Ever.”

He suggests that I get there at 6.30am, 7 at the latest. I try to explain that I am more likely to go to bed at 6.30am than get up at 6.30am, and he tries to explain to me that one in a hundred odds of getting £10,000 aren’t only not bad, but they become better if they are reduced by half. It might mean only £5,000 each, but that’s still not to be sneezed at, especially considering the initial outlay.

But the outlay for me is too much. That is, the early start. I sleep in, and put my phone on Do Not Disturb just in case he tries to ring me.

Later in the day I get in touch. Did he go there in the morning? He did.

“It was incredible. The whole of Churchill Square was packed. There would have been no chance we’d have got even one of the £1 vouchers. You know, even if they’d brought the Turin Shroud over to Churchill Square, with the Pope making a personal appearance, they wouldn’t have got more people there.”

So my decision to have a lie-in was vindicated. A few days later, I popped down to Churchill Square to see how it was all going. I also fancied a bedside reading lamp. The queue, on a Thursday, at noon, or noon-ish, was not the longest I’d ever seen; but it looked like a good twenty minutes, at the very least; and I’ve never been that much of an Ikea fan anyway. But at least, in Brighton, they’re making good use of vacant premises (the old Debenhams, where I would buy shoes and bedding and curtains); unlike – and allow me to bring it back to this – those bastards at the Co-op, and their plans for expansion at Seven Dials.