Taking the Michael
In Competition No. 2909 you were invited to follow in the footsteps of Michael Gove, who has urged civil servants…
To 2220: Poem II
The Poem was ‘Kubla Khan’ by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 3A, 23, 42, 43, 3D, 4, 10 and 16 are words…
Even the Chinese can’t teach Kevin the Teenager
Chinese education is based on authority, discipline and ruthless competition. Ours is progressive and child-friendly
Champions of absurdity
Big sporting events are becoming a shindig for countries with a political point to prove and for whom money is no object
Your problems solved
Plus: does a 14-year-old need to tip; and how do I stop having to drive my adult children about?
Something fishy
Rooftop ‘pop-up’ Vintage Salt is too much even for Selfridges; but the food holds up, with one glaring exception
Travel humbug
Bob Hawke famously observed that if you can’t govern yourselves, you can’t govern the country. Allow us to update this…
Bronny bad, Adam goodes
The commentariat have their goodies and baddies, but it is our parliamentarians who really need to lift their game
Diary
We arrive in London on a glorious morning (Scout’s honour) with Londoners in a mild state of preparation and celebration,…
Closing young minds
Increasingly, Australia’s far left activists are destroying the very essence of tertiary education
Goodes is a victim
Adam Goodes is a victim of the Aboriginal grievance industry. For 18 years he played Australian football to adoring crowds.…
Salad days
If you enjoy reading Greg Sheridan’s Diaries in this magazine, you’ll love this book. The author, a 30-year veteran journalist…
Driving Dixie
I am driving my son from Washington DC to Charlottesville, Virginia, for a two-day ‘orientation’ at the university he will…
Culture buff
It was at a Ball at the Trocadero in August 1955, sixty years ago this month, that I first heard…
Letters
Archibald axing Sir: The postmodernist practice of accompanying works of art with a written statement was introduced in my opinion…
Music to write books by
I have been writing a book this summer, in the usual mad tearing hurry. (Much as I admire those who…
Dreams
Early August and not yet half past eight, but all along the dual carriageway more than half the cars have…
Days
when you weren’t anyone. Days gone undercover. Days half-dead in half-light, days under the covers. Days hoping for a dawn…
Oporto
‘When he’s away, the thing he misses about Porto is the tripe.’ I was talking to Eduarda Sandeman, wife of…
