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The Soul
The soul is like a little mouse. He hides inside the body’s house With anxious eyes and twitchy nose As…
The Soul
The soul is like a little mouse. He hides inside the body’s house With anxious eyes and twitchy nose As…
Mr Dixon
I can’t think of anyone else still alive who knew him, and could reminisce with me about his special kindness,…
To catch a killer
Politicians’ promises to bring those who murder British hostages to justice almost never come true
How to lose an election
What Cameron can learn from the defeat of Swedish moderniser Fredrik Reinfeldt
Learning to fly
Nothing beats taking to the air when it’s you piloting the plane
A slap in the Facebook
My female friends’ social media habits are too bitchy even for me
Anglican disunion
To escape women bishops, Church of England conservatives are preparing a communion of their own
‘I don’t see the wisdom there once was’
Henry Kissinger on statesmanship from Richelieu to Obama
Deal
However the sand got into Sandwich, it did Deal a big favour. As the Cinque Port’s harbour silted up from…
Mr Dixon
I can’t think of anyone else still alive who knew him, and could reminisce with me about his special kindness,…
Mr Dixon
I can’t think of anyone else still alive who knew him, and could reminisce with me about his special kindness,…
‘Please, Scotland, stay with us’
A selection of Spectator readers’ letters to Scottish voters
Sometimes it’s Better to Give than to Receive
I can see your teeth clench with rage at the gift I have pressed on you, which manoeuvres you into…
Borderline personalities
Is national character real? If so, how is it formed?
I’d run the country like a shot
Ken Livingstone on Boris, Scotland, Northern Ireland – and being out of power
The spirit of Athens
The forces that made the world’s first democracy great are alive and well in modern London
A Theatre Supper
I don’t know why it’s become important to me: the idea of a theatre supper at home? Maybe it’s a…
Field of dreams
Why I’m helping to build a cricket stadium in Rwanda
Designer Notebook
This summer brought highs and lows, sadness and laughter, some irritating, some exhilarating. I was fortunate to be uplifted by…
Builders
I have a friend who is perhaps best described by that old-fashioned phrase ‘ladies’ man’. He’s not a cad or…
Sometimes it’s Better to Give than to Receive
I can see your teeth clench with rage at the gift I have pressed on you, which manoeuvres you into…
A Theatre Supper
I don’t know why it’s become important to me: the idea of a theatre supper at home? Maybe it’s a…
Sometimes it’s Better to Give than to Receive
I can see your teeth clench with rage at the gift I have pressed on you, which manoeuvres you into…
A Theatre Supper
I don’t know why it’s become important to me: the idea of a theatre supper at home? Maybe it’s a…
