The cyclist, though, was enraged. “THAT’S CLEVER, ISN’T IT?” she yelled. “WALKING IN THE ROAD!”
Let’s not weep for a US trade deal.
The Leicester City manager’s sharp tactical brain has emerged from behind the quirks and the cashmere.
My week in European politics, from London to Rome - via Berlin.
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.
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