Cap-busting tax hike will be embarrassing for the party, which has made low council tax a priority

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It comes to something when ‘Henrys’ in London worry about money, but that’s the reality of today’s wages and the cost of city living, says Jason Okundaye, a Guardian assistant opinion editor

Hardest, a roguelike card game developed using AI, will be removed from Valve's storefront at the end of the month