I suppose it is a measure of our tolerance for what my English teacher used to call ‘unsavoury language’ that a senior parliamentary figure is…
John Jessop Posts
Jimmy Savile was no doubt the predatory creep everyone now says he was. But I wonder whether the howls of retrospective disgust from female columnists…
We should be grateful this morning to Europe’s golfers for a singular reason entirely unrelated to sport: by snatching a dramatic last-gasp Ryder Cup victory…
This column will not be refreshed for a couple of weeks. Tomorrow, M and I are off to the United States, where access to a…
After spending two weeks in the United States, I no longer doubt that President Barack Obama will be re-elected. Whether he deserves a second term…
What happened to the art of film criticism? It was a question I fell to pondering last week, after a discussion at a dinner party…
Journalism, Harold Evans once wrote, is a predatory profession. He’s right, and that is why Prince Harry’s recent nocturnal exploits in Las Vegas have stirred…
Neil, an American friend, and I recently struggled over dinner to come up with our personal lists of ten-best films. The first difficulty was definition. …
What’s love got to do with it? Everything, says Ann Romney, wife of Mitt, the Republican nominee for the presidency. “I want to talk about…
Like those poor exasperated nuns in The Sound of Music, faced with solving a problem called Maria, the managers of England’s cricket team must find…