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Last October, in these very pages, I wrote with what is now annoying prescience, ‘Like almost everyone else in the…
Dinner with the editors
Moro (‘moorish’ or ‘sexist’) is a Spanish restaurant on Exmouth Market, near the bones of the old Guardian and Observer…
What’s bad about giving people what they want?
Since I landed my new job as executive editor at Breitbart London, my old Fleet Street friends and colleagues have…
Serious fun
Media moguls aren’t philosophers. So it’s time for philosophers to become media moguls
Forgive me, Father
What Catholics really talk about in the confession box
How the MPs’ expenses scandal proves the wisdom of Alain de Botton
Whenever I’m tempted to pretend to be nicer so that fewer people hate me, I remember my old friend Alain…
Snowden is no leftie
So why are British conservatives determined to ignore his revelations?
Notes on a scandal
I was ten when the Profumo affair began at my home, Cliveden. Andrew Lloyd Webber has captured some of the story – but not all
