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My beef with Bruce Anderson
My beef with the columnist Bruce Anderson began, as beefs do, at the Spectator summer party. Not this year’s –…
God save The World Tonight
We were driving to the V&A summer party, windows down, scent of jasmine floating on the liquid June air, prospect…
The horror of being offered a seat on the Tube
It would have been my mother’s 84th birthday on 29 May. I thought about her as I clattered down the…
Diary
It was quite fun being named as the new writer of 007 — although actually I’d make a lousy spy.…











