Christmas, of course, is a time for giving, and from early December gifts start to come in from patients.
Cheer up, Stevie! Go, Schlupp! And Pearson, don’t come down from the stands.
Everything went a bit hazy after that. It had got a bit hazy before, to be perfectly honest, because I had drunk about six bottles of wine and several shot glasses of slivovitz.
From without in the chilly night, the Hovel – which is a maisonette above a shop – looked cosy; I could see lamplight and books ranged on shelves.
It’s unfair that, when we come under attack for our sexuality, gender or race, we expect ourselves to immediately develop the stoicism of Marcus Aurelius, the eloquence of Eleanor Roosevelt and the wit of Oscar Wilde.
The basic chemistry of hair dyes has changed little over the last century, but what do we know about the risks of colouring our hair, and why do we do it?
Why outrage at the Shoreditch café controversially serving pricey bowls of cereal is misplaced.
Many high achievers, across all disciplines, have troubled and complex relationships with people who pushed them. I would like to pretend that psychological bullying never works, but clearly it can.
Why, oh, why, I howl to myself and to the stars, did I ever learn to cook?
Hunter Davies on football.
“You sit teenage boys in a room with two sassy New Yorkers and you talk about hardcore pornography, sexting and age of consent and what you can get away with – and they pay attention.”
It is a fallacy that attention to the private-school question will distract from improving state education. For 70 years this has been a tired excuse to avoid a difficult problem.
He was, as we say in Australia, just a really good bloke.
In the spirit of festive generosity I would like to offer a helping hand when it comes to surviving the onslaught of hot plonk. Here, food, as in so many situations, is your friend.
As Vinnie Jones embarks on his sixth decade, he reflects on the biggest day of his career, his battle with alcohol and why his wife has to stop him calling Massimo Cellino.
Anyone genuinely interested in authenticity must feel like a lifelong yoga devotee now observing the ghastly fad for trite books about “mindfulness”.
It seems that today’s screaming fans are more extreme than ever.
There are tentative signs that Premier League clubs are starting to take fan campaigns against high ticket prices more seriously.
Dr Phil Whitaker’s Health Matters column.
Suzanne Moore’s Telling Tales.
In the recent viral video footage of a woman being repeatedly catcalled as she walks around New York, the first comments we hear addressed to her are: “Smile! SMILE!” It’s an order, an expectation.
Lesbians have been asked not to kiss because “this is a family restaurant”, and a woman having afternoon tea at Claridge’s was told that she wasn’t allowed to breastfeed her baby. We aren’t always as liberal as we think.
Down and Out by Nicholas Lezard.
Will Self On Location.
The proposal to impose ten-year jail sentences on any woman who has an abortion in a non-NHS clinic in Northern Ireland would plunge women’s rights into the dark ages.
Telling Tales by Suzanne Moore.
Someone, somewhere in government, is spending a considerable amount of time keeping Wikipedia's entries on Scottish football up-to-date.
In recent days, Fifa seems to have plumbed new depths of almost comic-book villainy.
Telling Tales by Suzanne Moore.
Ed Smith’s weekly Left Field column.