Our species has declared war on the night and sleep has been the victim.
It hadn’t dawned on me that some actors expect their every public utterance to be scripted, and I felt a strange wave of sympathy.
For all our progress, the mechanisms of life remain stubbornly elusive.
All the world’s a stage . . . and many are the fidgets entertaining themselves round it.
In an open society, there is a delicate balance between the competing claims of liberty and security - so what do we do about terrorism?
“Why did Nick Clegg cross the road? Because he said he wouldn’t.”
From Mughal wonders to a modern atrocity.
I sat with two of the organisers, debating whether all members of the extended Archer family were insufferably smug. “Pat and Tony can get in the sea,” one of them said, cheerfully.
Why Michael Gove, and Vote Leave, are wrong about Europe.
And maybe, given the possibility of Brexit, even apply for an Irish passport.
Franco-British comradeship, anarchy at Shoreditch House and French grub in the Clink.
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