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For the first time since the terrorist attack on the Sri Lankan team six years ago, a Test match side…
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Martin Williams, former head of the government’s air quality science unit, has declared that the reason we have a problem…
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The aftermath of a general election is a difficult time for any party leader, unless like Mr Cameron you have…
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I am writing a play about Dr Johnson and his Dictionary. It will be performed in Scotland later this year.…
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I have escaped this rather depressing election campaign by retreating to my home in la France profonde — to be…
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Lunch with the man who hanged Saddam. My irrepressible old Baghdad friend Mowaffak al-Rubaie, Ealing neurologist turned Iraqi national security…
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To the dentist. And for an extraction. I hadn’t had a tooth out in decades. But the twinges when I…
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So far, what an infuriating election campaign. We have the most extraordinary array of digital, paper and broadcasting media at…
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I am living in rustic seclusion while writing a book. Our only cultural outing of the week was to Newbury…
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I never knew classicists could be so scary! Last week I wrote a Telegraph article saying classics exams had been…
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It’s dangerous, in my line of work, to promise you’ll be anywhere by 8 p.m. I made this mistake recently,…
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This last week, in India, I visited six cities in seven days: Mumbai, Pune, Bangalore, Hyderabad, Calcutta and New Delhi.…
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Last week I went to the exhilarating English National Opera production of Wagner’s The Mastersingers — five hours of wonderful…
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It’ll be a Skype interview, says the producer from Greek television, and not live. In TV-speak that usually means not…
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Just back from Sri Lanka, a place I first went to in 1981. It was then a dreamy island. I…
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An excellent test of character is a person’s response to being offered an Oldie of the Year Award. There have…
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Dry January is tougher than it sounds. Well, for me anyway. It’s now been some 28 days since I’ve had…
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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),…






























