Taylor Swift is a rotter
Taylor Swift has released another album spilling the beans on her private life. ‘I’d written so much tortured poetry in…
The Met doesn’t care about anti-Semitism
We’re familiar by now with the peculiar paradox of left-wingers and feminists, those weird well-born women who would scream blue…
JK Rowling and the Cass report reckoning
Boyish girls, climb the nearest tree and give a Tarzan whoop of victory – girly boys, fashion a floral crown…
What happened to the working class?
The Sunday Times’s headline for the obituary of Edward Bond earlier this month was striking: ‘Briton who rose from a…
In praise of bin men
I’ve always had a soft spot for bin men – or refuse collectors as we generally call them these days.…
This tragic Oscars shows the Golden Age of Hollywood is over
‘The Incident’ which took place between Chris Rock and Will Smith at the 2022 Oscars was a double-edged sword. It…
Geri Halliwell can never be wrong
Watching the current scandal around Christian Horner play out, I didn’t feel any of the glee I usually do when…
Show-off vicars are ruining the Church of England
It’s generally my morning habit to leap out of bed at 5am singing the Queen song ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’,…
The welcome demise of the smug shop
Though I believe that people who use the phrase ‘retail therapy’ should probably have their voting rights removed, I do like shops…
The torment of British Jews
When I was a child, learning about the Holocaust, I used to believe that what happened to the Jews in…
Prince William should say no to a Royal reconciliation with Prince Harry
Might the King’s cancer diagnosis lead the Royals to put aside the squabbles that have torn the family apart and…
In praise of Kemi Badenoch
Whenever international affairs are proving particularly ‘interesting’ there’s always some clown who pipes up with ‘Oh, if only women ruled…
Brighton shows why you shouldn’t vote Labour
I surely wasn’t the only citizen of Brighton and Hove who breathed a sigh of relief when the Green council…
‘Sir’ Ed Davey’s Lib Dems are the real nasty party
Growing up in 1970s working-class Bristol (before it went all poke: posh and woke) life was so tribal that you…
The unbearably smug spectacle of the Golden Globes
Does anybody actually watch televised Hollywood award shows anymore unless, like me, they’re being paid to? Until ‘The Incident’ at…
What do Munroe Bergdorf and Andrew Tate have in common?
For inadequate men scared by self-willed women, by the start of the 21st century, things were getting dangerously out of hand. The old right-wing ‘Kinder, Küche,…
Don’t cry for Shane MacGowan
Shane MacGowan’s death and his star-studded funeral captured the headlines this week. But the fawning and fanfare felt oddly dissonant…
Brighton says ‘no’ to Eddie Izzard
‘If there’s one thing Eddie Izzard can’t be faulted on, it’s enthusiasm,’ Steerpike opined this week on the news that…
The parasitic poisonousness of Omid Scobie
I don’t remember exactly when I first read about the ancient courtier role of Groom of the Stool, but it’s…
Britney Spears is back with a vengeance
After years of abuse and being reduced to the status of child-robot, the singer is back on track with soaring album sales and a smash-hit memoir
Ed Sheeran’s time is up
Who’s the worst pop star of modern times? Some might say that Adele sounds like a moose with PMT –…
In defence of ‘nuisance’ buskers
I’ve always been partial to buskers. I’m sympathetic to beggars of most kinds – except the aggressive rotters, of which…
The cultural appropriation of the keffiyeh
I’ve never been sorry that I left education at 17, armed with nothing but my raw talent and splendid rack.…
Sam Smith, can you put your clothes on?
Undressing. Getting one’s kit off, whether for the gentlemen or the ladies, depending on one’s bent. Disrobing, divesting, denuding. Slipping…
