Polite, well-heeled New Hampshire is the last place you’d expect to see a voodoo doll. But there it was, pointed…

I have never met Donald Trump, but I knew his parents. A fact that makes me feel about 100 years…

I have never met Donald Trump, but I knew his parents. A fact that makes me feel about 100 years…

The week began badly when I spotted three grey squirrels gathering beechnuts in our arboretum. During our time at our…

To Edinburgh to get married, but first my toyboy groom John Playfair (he’s a mere 69) shows me the city…

Any day now, the government will make its long delayed announcement on whether a third runway should be built at…

Monday night’s US presidential debate should convince a majority of American voters that Hillary Clinton is their only credible choice…

‘Are you here to seek political asylum?’ asked a clever young student after my lecture at the National University of…

The borderline between fact and fiction becomes ever hazier, I find. Last February, Daisy Goodwin — the author of the…

At weekends in our summerhouse at Quogue on Long Island, we go out to buy the newspapers and paper-cup coffee…

European unions come and go. Back in 1794, one of the more improbable ones was founded when Corsica joined Britain…

To Edinburgh for the book festival, where I am to explain Fools, Frauds and Firebrands to respectable middle-class Scots, who…

Throughout our holiday, reports from Rio rippled in — last thing at night, first thing in the morning — a…

Walking along the Brighton seafront, I was struck by posters advertising endless tribute acts; among them Suspiciously Elvis, the Small…