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As weather bombs brew in the north Atlantic, I’m roughing it by heading off to Rajasthan, and the literary festival…
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Moscow Here we go again. The rouble slides, then tumbles, and slides again. For those of us who remember the…
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I was once bundled into a police car in Palm Springs to explain why I didn’t have snow-tyres on my…
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An embarrassing confession: in the late 1960s, I was a Trotskyite. But that period of political adolescence has its uses.…
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Every year Christmas comes earlier and earlier in America. Cards, baubles and imitation trees were being sold in the big…
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Soon after I joined the Sun as managing editor (among other things, I used to review novels for The Spectator),…
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The most unfashionable show on television, Songs of Praise, has had a makeover. The BBC had apparently discovered that the…
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Oh God, it’s happened again. Another evening where I’m surrounded by people I know personally or have interviewed, and I…
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Two million pounds can buy you consideration for a place on a medical trial! Every year untold numbers of potential…
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Do fish have loins? Last Tuesday, in a pretentious restaurant, I ordered a ‘loin of sea trout’. It looked just…
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In order to promote the Dylan Thomas in Fitzrovia festival, I am trying to persuade Jason Morell, the director, that…
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‘Please God, make me good, but not yet.’ I know the feeling. As I get older and more deeply retired,…
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It was quite fun being named as the new writer of 007 — although actually I’d make a lousy spy.…
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Last Tuesday I tried to sign up to a new life. My wife and I argued, slightly. ‘I don’t think…
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This week marks another milestone in my 15-year battle with Richard Branson. Ever since he unsuccessfully sued me in 1999…
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Until recently I used to claim that I had been literary editor of The Spectator for over 25 years; now…
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I feel a bit about the Scottish referendum as I did about the 2005 Ashes series. In both cases, those of…
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Lebanon The Beirut press corps gather to remember the murdered journalist Jim Foley. People stand for a minute’s silence, drink…
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No, no, no, you don’t want a house abroad — the paperwork, the taxes, the piping, the cost of the…
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Like many inward-looking children, I always doodled stories and poems. Knowing one wanted to be a writer is a different…
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I made a welcome escape from sweltering Warsaw to the cloudy cool of Bodø, halfway up the coast of Norway,…
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Wellington, Ontario A British visitor to this village might be disoriented by the flags. They look almost exactly like the…
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I knew that the historian Sir Richard Evans was a rather abrasive and quarrelsome man, but I was staggered by…
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Sport is like love: it can only really hurt you if you care. Or for that matter, bring joy. You…





























