Roar of approval
The Red Lion, East Chisenbury, is in the Pewsey Vale on the edge of Salisbury Plain. Wiltshire’s strangeness surpasses even…
Why we all need an Ollie Robinson
It’s a long way from Edgbaston to Karachi, but that’s where my thoughts were turning after Australia’s last-gasp victory in…
The trouble with furries
Last weekend an audio recording emerged of a 13-year-old girl being called ‘despicable’ by her teacher at a Church of…
Children of the revolution
The three Just Stop Oil protestors were sitting in the stalls, somewhere near the middle of the front row. Someone…
Breaking the rules
Rules in art exist to be broken but it takes chutzpah, which could explain why so many rule-breakers in modern…
The diversity trap
If anyone reading this ever bought shares in the diversity racket, then I would suggest you start dumping them now.…
Short of sparkle
Having been unexpectedly delighted by the Royal Ballet’s revival of Christopher Wheeldon’s Corybantic Games at Covent Garden last week, I…
Why I hate drones
I have a plan for my old age. Now that we all might live for a century or so, feeling…
Downhill fast
I’m ideologically opposed to bicycles for all the obvious reasons: they don’t have lovely big nostrils which you can blow…
A tale of two troubadours
There are artists you go to see expecting to be challenged, surprised, even let down. And there are artists you…
Going viral
It’s the whodunnit – or whatdunnit – that has kept scientists, politicians, journalists and armchair sleuths speculating ever since the…
Not tuned in
When Winston Went to War with the Wireless is the clumsy and misleading title of a new play about John…
