Probably the most unfortunate aspect of the word "quango" is the way it rhymes so perfectly with "tango".
We got a copy of the New Statesman at my grammar school in Wigton, Cumbria, in the 1950s. It sat mint fresh every week on the library table, with two or three other bargain-offer magazines.
Autumn: season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, and the party conference. If there's one thing a party conference is not, it's mellow. More like: sweaty, gossipy, overpopulated, guff-prone and ego-fuelled.
Not any kind of tapping. Phone-tapping. Pour shame on my head, I get quite excited by the idea of phone-tapping.
The idealistic view of Great Ideas - slim paperback volumes of philosophy, polemic, essays, belles-lettres - is that the existence of the series demonstrates that Penguin has not abandoned Allen Lane's notion, now 75
It's been a long time since a work of academic literary criticism has generated the buzz of newspaper-driven controversy, but Gabriel Josipovici's What Ever Happened to Modernism? seems to have broken the media embarg
In Sense and Sensibility, the favourite poet of passionate young Marianne Dashwood is William Cowper. His "beautiful lines", she declares, have "frequently almost driven me wild".
Pairing people off can have some nasty and unexpected side effects. Occasionally, it works: Torvill and Dean spring to mind, as do Crick and Watson.
Reading a review copy of Roy Hattersley's new life of David Lloyd George last week, I fell to wondering whether history could have worked out differently.
My iPhone broke, so I went to the Genius Bar at the Apple store. (Too much brand terminology; my apologies.) They're not shy, Apple, are they?
Broadstairs, the Isle of Thanet, a frowsty sort of an evening in early August, with shadows forming within shadows down the high street - a run of chip shops, chain stores and charity shops that steepens into a ski jump, which
Decisiveness is generally well regarded, as character traits go. It denotes maturity and leadership.
The astronomer Arthur Eddington once pointed out that where most people see a coffee table, physicists see an area of empty space criss-crossed by ghostly subatomic particles whose electrical and magnetic fields keep books and
When a lad turned up at my comprehensive school in deepest Essex in the late 1970s and claimed a strong interest in mathematics, he was immediately nicknamed "Pillock" and remorselessly bullied until he moved on.