Jeffrey Bernard
The dark world of Victorian horse racing
Two hours after showing her father, the Marquess of Anglesey, the wedding dress in which she was to marry the…
‘You don’t want to end up like us’: How I got out of Soho just in time
On the one hand, I am supremely qualified to review this book. In 1984, bored beyond endurance after graduating with…
If we all got drunk like Jeffrey Bernard, we could save the NHS a lot of money
Just back from a few nights in Sweden to find the perfect programme on Radio 3. It was one of…
Notes from Damascus
As I looked out of the window of my hotel bedroom, studying the view of central Damascus, the mobile phone…
