New Yorker

If Jeremy Corbyn gets in, then I’m out

6 October 2018 9:00 am

To London for much too brief a visit: a marriage, lunch with Commodore Tim Hoare, and a look-see for a…

The Spice Girls sang about empowerment – better than the #MeToo whinging

14 April 2018 9:00 am

The recent news of a Spice Girls reunion will, I suspect, be greeted by some former fans with nostalgic longing…

President Obama’s ‘secret’ lunch was no secret to me

29 October 2015 9:00 am

The Metropolitan Club in Washington is so close to the White House that President Obama chose to walk there for…

Sidney Blumenthal: peddler of tired old clichés about British politics

12 September 2015 9:00 am

I remember Sidney Blumenthal from my time in Washington in the late 1980s when I was there as the first…

The fraught business of seat surrender

2 May 2015 9:00 am

I remember the first time that someone stood up and offered me a seat on the London Underground. It was…

An Episcopalian vicar made me warm to the principle of women joining gentlemen’s clubs

21 March 2015 9:00 am

In 1993, when I was living in Manhattan working for the New Yorker magazine, I was chosen as ‘distinguished visitor’…

I’ve been sacked more times than I can exactly remember. It teaches you nothing

7 March 2015 9:00 am

The Oldie magazine — of which, until otherwise advised, I appear to be the editor — runs an occasional article…