Spectator readers
Why Spectator readers are the nicest people
Gstaad It feels like a sepia-tinged melodrama, one directed by the great schlock master Sam Wood. Driving along the winding…
Before cruises there were crossings – the good old days!
On board MS Queen Victoria They remain engraved on my brain, like something out of a Greek tragedy, so…
Drugs, whipping, decomposing bodies and fighting in toilets: so that’s what Spectator readers get up to
Ninety-two readers (thank you!) sent accounts of their worst debacles on drink or drugs. I printed out each one and…
