I had a little taste of political activism in 2010, and I liked it.
1. I'd like the Milibands to become once more the best of brothers, remember the good old days at Haverstock Comp and unite to launch a campaign to remove the charitable status of public schools.
To clear out my cupboard, boring, to lose half a stone, boring boring, OK, a whole stone, I know, don't go on about it, to get rid of my Amstrad PCW and the two Victorian printers and the three prehistoric fax machines, yes I
I don't understand the point of New Year resolutions. Why would you need to wait until the 1st of January to do something, or to stop doing something?
My hope, and indeed expectation, for 2011 is that Ed Miliband will set out the principles on which the Labour Party's policy is to be based and thereby re-create a genuinely social-democratic party of conscience and conviction
In her final column for the New Statesman, Victoria Brignell reflects on what it has meant to write
Within a Budding Grove, with its hint at the similitude of erectile clitoral tissue and burgeoning plant life, is the somewhat suggestive translation of Proust's À l'ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs given by C K Scott Moncrie
A visit from this magazine's own excellent young writer Laurie Penny, who has come for a natter about what it's like being kettled and to watch me drink my customary bottle of Shiraz while she sips from a glass of cider and, l
The fashion industry contributes £21bn to the economy each year. It deserves government support.
Snow is starting to get too big for its boots. It needs to be put in its place.
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Happiness was all the rage among politicians, but attempts to measure the experience suggest it is f
If you had to build a prison for human pleasure, it would look like this.
In late October 2009, Stephen Fry quit Twitter after someone called him boring. In late October this year he did it again, this time taking umbrage with journalists.
In the late 1990s, a down-at-heel ’hood in New York’s Lower East Side became an enclave for rich whi
There are times, composing this column, when I feel like King Midas's barber, the possessor of forbidden knowledge.
My aunt Phoebe - bless her - is obsessed by sell-by dates.
As I struggle to keep up with the world, I'm forced to cast my suspicions on an unlikely culprit: lo
The popular attitude to pornography is that it’s fine as long as the kids don’t see it. But this mis
My wife told me recently that "panini" is a malapropism, being the plural rather than the singular.
So, the weather turns and the days get shorter and the money gets tighter. Still, it's not quite enough. What could be done to make things really miserable? Getting dumped tends to do the trick, so that's what's happened.
Arguably a crowd comprising 59 men (and, perhaps, the odd - very odd - woman), between them carrying 109 guns, is about as mad as it gets, especially when they're all milling about the elegant terraced houses of Chelsea.
Are you staying in a hotel? Do me a favour. Go round the room and check all the plug sockets for chargers - phone chargers, computer power packs, anything that can be plugged into a wall.
A weird, piratically themed Cornish pasty takeaway outlet has mounted a sustained assault on English railway terminuses and high streets.
Life in the Hovel continues to be mind-expanding. The first time I was asked what it was like living with two women in their early twenties (is it demeaning or sexist to say "girls" instead?
I listened to Ed Miliband's speech to the Labour party conference while at stool the other day.
The Daily Mail columnist Jan Moir recently described Ed Miliband as "dweebish".