The Guardian has wrecked itself
It’s so strange now to think that I spent several happy years as a Guardian columnist, the only billet from…
The ignorance of Gary Lineker
When I was a girl, footballers had a somewhat limited vocabulary. That wasn’t to say that they were seen as…
Dirty work
How did modern sex become so unsexy?
Nicola Bulley and the shame of the TikTok ghouls
Ghoul – ‘a person morbidly interested in death or disaster’ – is such a descriptive word. There are a lot…
Why I’m glad to see the back of Nicola Sturgeon
I see Scotland as the brain of the UK, with Wales as the soul and Northern Ireland as the heart.…
From babe to matriarch
Even the serious abuse she suffered as a small child and a teenager is described without a trace of self-pity
We are living through a golden age of misogyny
I hope I’ll be forgiven for not dropping my dog-eared copy of The Female Eunuch in sheer molten awe upon reading in…
Why I’m sceptical of the ADHD epidemic
Just a quick plea to those who know me; if you’re going to burst upon me with a revelation, make…
Last orders
The sad decline of drunkenness
The insipid cult of saint Jacinda Ardern
Watching Jacinda Ardern’s departure speech, I reflected that even though I invented the word cry-bully – ‘a hideous hybrid of…
The ghastliness of Vivienne Westwood
Seeing the swathe of superlatives wheeled out about Vivienne Westwood after her death last year at the age of 81,…
Prince Harry’s book is a gift to the world
And still it keeps on coming. We had barely absorbed the first wave of revelations – jewellery mashed, dog bowls…
The trouble with Prince Harry
The promotional clip trailing Prince Harry’s upcoming interview – which has kicked off the publicity trail for his forthcoming memoir Spare –…
Why I’m giving up on diehard Remainers
What’s your New Year’s resolution? Eat less, move more? Or perhaps you’re a contrary cuss aiming to eat more and…
Nothing will ever be good enough for Harry and Meghan
Imagine you’ve paid good money to see a French farce – and halfway through, it turns into a Greek tragedy.…
The holy sinner
There are a few pop stars whose work I can’t help liking in spite of myself – their song-writing, that…
Harry and Meghan want to destroy the House of Windsor
When I coined the phrase ‘The Grabdication’ in The Spectator two years ago, I had no concept of exactly how grasping the Duke and Duchess…
Balenciaga and fashion’s child sexualisation problem
For a long time now, high fashion – with the alibi of being ‘art’ – has tried on rape, self-harm, heroin-chic…
The empty Englishness of Love Actually
One of the pleasures of fiction, be it book or film, is that it can take us to actual places…
How Marks & Spencer spoiled Christmas
Working in a charity shop, where the Christmas cards go out in July, means I’m more aware than most how…
In praise of Just Stop Oil
As a child in the 1960s, all I wanted to do was get to London: to be rich and famous,…
Matt Hancock is perfect for ‘I’m A Celebrity…’
How can a man have such good and bad judgement? Matt Hancock’s wife is an absolute babe, but his career…
Whopping lie
Why are fat men seen as cuddly but fat women as a problem?
Cultural appropriation has killed modern music
It’s a rule of life that adults shouldn’t understand young people’s music, ever since Little Richard made the old folk…
How Rebekah Vardy went from underdog to ‘Cry-Bully’
It was Depp vs Heard and Best Of Breed at Crufts rolled into one: yes, the Wagatha Christie gravy-train came…
