You can’t possibly hate cyclists more than they hate each other
I’ve cycled for primary transportation for 53 years. Accordingly, I’m not naive about the degree of resentment — nay, loathing…
Why I don’t, never have, and never will trust the people
It was late, and a friend and I were left to talk Brexit. He’s a keen and convinced Tory Brexiteer…
Life is about so much more than Theresa May’s crappy Brexit deal
It’s that time of year again when I put aside my wonted snark and share with you a few of…
All I want for Christmas is a City time machine
Are smartphones fuelling a pandemic of youthful anxiety and depression? That’s the question parents will wrestle with this Christmas as…
Benedict Cumberbatch on playing my husband, Dominic Cummings
Imagine looking at a photo of a stranger and feeling in response, quite naturally, the sort of happy affection you…
Take it from a cartoonist: shoes are the real windows into the soul
I spend most of my time drawing politicians, trying to work out what makes them distinctive. The eyes, the expression,…
What happens when the police stop and search a bishop?
I’m not surprised that black people are still eight times more likely than white people to be stopped and searched…
The Sajid Javid manifesto
There’s an old joke that the most dangerous position in the Tory party is the favourite for the leadership. The…
Trump’s 19ft Christmas tree and 300lb gingerbread house are quintessentially American
The most obnoxious advert on American television this Christmas season features a thirtyish man telling his wife he ‘got us…
Women, married or single, get a raw deal at Christmas
There’s a Christmas poem of mine, written in the 1980s, that ends with the line ‘And the whole business is…
Critical injuries: the perils of book reviews
A decade ago, a publisher produced a set of short biographies of Britain’s 20th-century prime ministers, which I reviewed unenthusiastically.…
The best thing about Christmas in France? It’s all over in a day
Just back from a few days in Rome — the perfect small metropolis for ‘street-haunting’, as Cyril Connolly described his…
Brexit is about renewal, not just leaving the EU. And there’s no time to waste
None of us can predict the potential fallout from Brexit, good and bad. What began as a vote of confidence…
Prue Leith’s Christmas kitchen nightmares
Christmas in our family seems to guarantee tears and tantrums as well as jingle bells and jollity. Indeed, in my…
Meet the Ever Trumpers, the apostles who will never forsake the President
Washington, DC Donald Trump derangement syndrome works both ways. It makes the President’s enemies hate him so much they go…
The unbearable pointlessness of Parliament
Christmas books pages usually invite columnists to nominate their publishing event of the year. Well, here’s a corker: The Ties…
Carlo Rovelli: In physics, the difference between past and present is extraordinarily slippery
The physicists Marc Warner and Emanuele Moscato met Professor Carlo Rovelli, author of the bestselling Seven Brief Lessons on Physics.…
Pick a painting
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Alexander McCall Smith There is a painting in the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art that I find…
A life apart: An interview with Frank Field
Frank Field was given a standing ovation when he won The Spectator’s Parliamentarian of the Year award two weeks ago.…
The boy who dreams: A Christmas short story by Susan Hill
‘Wake up, boy! Wake up…’ My father was shaking me and I was confused because it seemed that I had…
Cressida Bonas: An actress’s notebook
I’m moving house, parting ways with my beloved friend Georgia. For eight years, the two of us have laughed madly,…
‘Theresa May has failed Pakistan’s Christians’: An interview with Asia Bibi’s lawyer
Saif ul-Malook greets me in the hallway of his daughter’s home. Pakistani hospitality dictates that a guest should not go…
Giving voice to despair: how a letter from John Osborne changed my life
Ihad completely forgotten about the letter. It’s not that surprising, as I’d received it in February 1981. I was 18…
The Maduro diet
I am writing from my home, Barquisimeto, the fourth largest city in Venezuela, which was, not so long ago, the…
‘Jeeves and the Midnight Mess’: A Christmas short story
‘Christmas Eve in Mayfair, Jeeves! There’s nothing in heaven to top it. Even with the terror of eleventh-hour shopping for…
