Why Harvey, Dustin and Brett did it
A dinner in honour of Arki Busson hosted by Michael Mailer in his brilliant Brooklyn flat on the banks of…
Goodbye London, Reykjavik here I come
I have a message for the London mayor, Sadiq Khan: you and your policies stink! While the fuzz are busy…
High life
I hate to say this, but the quality of life in the Bagel has crashed in a Harvey Weinstein-like way.…
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I may have spoken too soon last week when I defended my old friend Harvey Weinstein. It now looks very…
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I smell a rat when it comes to Harvey Weinstein. Let’s take it from the start. The telephone rang very…
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The death of the richest woman on this planet, as the tabloids dubbed Liliane Bettencourt, brought back some vivid memories,…
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I think this week marks my 40th anniversary as a Spectator columnist, but I’m not 100 per cent certain. All…
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As everyone who stands up when a lady enters the room knows, the once sacrosanct rules of civility throughout the…
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I’m in Venice for the film festival that just ended and, as an American humorist once wired his paper: ‘Streets…
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After the heat in Greece, the Alps are cool and green and very comfortable. My sensei Richard Amos is over…
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I was appalled. She had asked Lord John Somerset to ask me to join her, and I rose rather unsteadily…
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When the Germans smuggled arguably the world’s most evil man into Russia 100 years ago, they did not imagine the…
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As Jacob Rees-Mogg said in a different context, a happy birthday at my age is a terminological inexactitude. I needed…
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Greece is jasmine, bougainvillea, mimosa, cypress, olive, pine, oregano and sage, rock, sand, wine, fruit and the bluest and cleanest…
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I’ve stayed far away from the new barbarians with their choppers, tank-like cars, home theatres on board, and fridge-shaped super…
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Greece I am surfing along the Cycladic islands on Puritan, a 125ft classic that was launched in 1929 by…
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I switch personalities at Spectator parties, depending who the guests are: for our readers’ tea party, I am a warm…
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I was going through my paces in Hyde Park, sweating out the booze, raising the heartbeat with short wind sprints,…
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A funny thing happened on my way to lunch last week. I opened the Daily Mail and read a few…
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A major Greek ship owner, whose political knowledge matches his wealth and business acumen, explained to me what the Qatar…
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A famous epigrammatic nugget of wisdom appears in The Leopard, Lampedusa’s great novel about a noble Sicilian family’s fortunes: ‘If…
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I was busy explaining to a 23-year-old American girl by the name of Jennifer why the election result was not…
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New York Main Street is a place, but it’s mostly an idea. It’s where locally owned shops sell stuff…
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I feel like an obituary writer, what with Nick Scott, Roger Moore, Alistair Horne — all great buddies — and…
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New York Although both guilt and innocence fascinate me, I’m not so sure that there is such a thing…
