How I became a Canadian nationalist
This is how I became a Canadian nationalist. I did it on the rebound. I never wanted to, and it…
How Prague cured me of my communism
Proust can keep his soggy madeleine. For me the word ‘Prague’ is a trigger of memory like no other. It…
The great whataboutery delusion
If you live near the frontiers of acceptable opinion, as any thinking person must surely do, you quickly find that…
Who believes the latest version of the Nord Stream saga?
If you want to start a myth, make it a good one. Look at Odysseus. Imagine if the old liar…
Why I believe Lucy Letby’s trial was unfair
Even Horace Rumpole could not have secured an acquittal for Lucy Letby. The more I look at this case, the…
What prison taught me
I confess I never expected to see myself going to the lavatory on prime-time national TV. In fact, the expedition…
You should read Simon Raven
It is high summer but in the early mornings you can already sense the first thrilling signs of autumn, the…
Assault and battery
The curse of e-bikes
The conspiracy against grammar schools
I love a good hard debate, especially at a university. I can’t recall how many such clashes I have had,…
Wrong tracks
Whatever happened to the romance of rail travel?
Sex, drugs and Sartre
Why is a brilliant BBC serial kept in its most secret vaults?
Red Christmas
The last Noël in the USSR
City of expiring dreams
The destruction of Oxford continues
Full circle
How the left thought they were right to fight the war on terror
Seeing red
Why should I have to wear a mask to give blood?
What would Orwell have made of Trump?
As far as we know, George Orwell never visited America. This is a great pity. What a joy it would…
Q&A with Savage
On my visits to Australia I have felt a strong sense of mystery and even apprehension. How is it that…
War of words: my battle to correct Wikipedia
How can you be attacked by an encyclopaedia? Until last week I would have thought the idea as absurd as…
Marxism didn’t die. It’s alive and well and living among us
I remember the autumn day in 1990 when they came to cart away the large hammer and sickle outside my…
Jordan Peterson doesn’t go nearly far enough
Now that I seem to have become a prophet of doom, I wonder whether I should have been a guru…
We’re all poorer for the loss of our small rail lines
To me, the strange words ‘Marsh Gibbon’ once meant I was nearly home. My heart lifted as we creaked and…
Peter Hitchens: Why I climbed on my soapbox after refusing to sign a university’s ‘free speech’ contract
Where better to be than in Liverpool on a crisp autumn evening, haranguing an open-air meeting of students? I hadn’t…
The Church of England’s shameful betrayal of bishop George Bell
The Church of England has rushed to posthumously condemn one of the greatest men it has produced
Forget Chilcot
What we really need is an inquiry into why so many of us are so eager to support ‘humanitarian’ wars
