Supermarkets should be seen and not herd
By Will Self - 13 August 9:23

Sweets and batteries by the tills - isn't that the way of it? And Good Housekeeping, too.

Down with the masters in lab coats
By Susan Greenfield - 13 August 9:20

It’s time male scientists stopped hogging all the power in experimentation, funding and research and

Laurie Penny on Mad Men: Airbrushing the truth about women
By Laurie Penny - 12 August 9:19

The equalities minister, Lynne Featherstone, wants us to embrace Mad Men’s curvy secretary Joan as a role model. Wrong choice, right idea.

The caravanners
By Michael Hodges - 09 August 9:14

The Yorkshire Wolds make for an unimpressive horizon. Middling chalk downland that struggles north from the Humber for 40 miles, they fail to be truly noticeable at any point between the M62 and the coast.

It’s all gravy down the Stockpot
By Will Self - 06 August 9:13

Will Self and Nick Lezard visit a no-nonsense Leicester Square restaurant.

Harry Potter and the house of bored kids
By Nicholas Lezard - 06 August 9:05

The school holidays. Jesus wept. Because booking things months in advance is not exactly my strong suit, this involves schlepping back and forth between the Hovel and the family home in Shepherd's Bush.

The worried patients
By Michael Hodges - 02 August 9:02

The phone rings for some time before the man behind the reception desk picks up the receiver, listens and then says abruptly, "No, they are not ready. We did say ring for your results on Tuesday. Today is Monday."

My kids have led me to wreck and ruin
By Nicholas Lezard - 02 August 9:00

To Toy Story 3 with the children. I know enough by now about my own state of mind and the efficiency with which the good people of Pixar can churn the human heart, so I am bracing myself.

The psychic cult of Stieg Larsson
By Will Self - 30 July 9:49

Were Stieg Larsson to return from the grave, he'd need a sack of banknotes on his back in order to h

Basking like Alice in the sun
By Nicholas Lezard - 26 July 8:50

The weather is being a bit silly right now, alternating between rain and brightness, but I am holding on to fond memories of last week's mini-heatwave.

The summer boozers
By Michael Hodges - 23 July 8:57

This, then, is how we take our leisure when the sun comes out in 21st-century north London. We are at the canal, where the Victorian architecture rots and crumbles and a crowd has gathered to soak up the sun and alcohol.

Doctor, doctor, I’m allergic to modern jazz
By Nicholas Lezard - 19 July 8:54

To the new doctor down the road. Until now I have resisted registering there on the grounds that . . .

Tweet my shorts
By Mark Watson - 16 July 9:03

At the time of writing, I have 28,777 followers on Twitter.

Contenders
By Stephen Brasher - 15 July 1:14

Andy Burnham's remark that electoral reform was a "fringe pursuit for Guardian-reading classes" is ironic, given that the editor C P Scott served as the Liberal MP for Burnham's Leigh constituency from 1895-1906.

Baby blues . . . or nuclear war
By Mark Watson - 12 July 9:04

"I'm tired. Go away."
“Sorry, give me a minute."
“I'll be with you in just a . . ."
“Sorry, I'm not quite myself today."

Things that shout out in the night
By Nicholas Lezard - 12 July 9:01

When spirits are down and the pubs are shut, nothing quite lifts the heart like a game of night cricket.

In bread with my doner
By Will Self - 12 July 8:58

I often have a kebab, though not as often as I might.

Mired in a mancession
By Alice Miles - 08 July 1:11

The signs are that getting women into work creates growth and further employment . . . for other wom

Up and away
By Stephen Brasher - 08 July 1:11

In 1881, Walter Powell, the MP for Malmesbury since 1868, was lost when piloting the army balloon "Saladin" with a Captain Templer and a Mr Gardner.

Game, set, match, death
By Mark Watson - 05 July 9:50

This year's Wimbledon is nearly over, but one of its biggest and most enduring stories was written in the first few days.

Don't you know who I am? Apparently not
By Nicholas Lezard - 05 July 9:46

I am settling into a very sedentary, comfortable existence. Nowadays the big excitements of my quotidian life revolve around the London Underground.

Scouting
By Stephen Brasher - 01 July 8:08

The early labour movement had a hostile attitude to Robert Baden Powell's Scout movement - suspecting it of imperialism - and often heckled his meetings.

Anything for a quiet life
By Mark Watson - 28 June 9:26

The weather's been delightful recently. I know this because I have to keep drawing the curtains so I can see the World Cup properly on my TV.

Portrait of the artist as a melancholy man
By Nicholas Lezard - 28 June 9:24

A call from my old friend Maria: Sebastian Horsley is dead. This is, to put it mildly, unwelcome news. I got to know Sebastian after reading and then reviewing his memoir, Dandy in the Underworld.

Forbidden fruit of the Orange sorority
By Nicholas Lezard - 21 June 9:15

Plop! On to the doormat lands a stiffy, inviting me to the party for the Orange Prize for Fiction. Further research teaches me that this is awarded only to women novelists.

Things that go bump in the street
By Mark Watson - 21 June 9:04

The borough of Islington, on whose boundaries I live, has been a recognised area of London for centuries. It grew up as a collection of small manors around the Great North Road, and served the City of London with water.

Good Idea: Keeping mum
By Alyssa McDonald - 21 June 9:02

Cover your eyes, Sun journalists.

I’m in eleven heaven
By Nicholas Lezard - 09 June 16:17

A rather excited message on the voicemail from John Moore, formerly of the Jesus and Mary Chain and Black Box Recorder, who tells me to call him urgently.

Theatre audiences are a poor show
By Will Self - 07 June 9:25

Peter Ackroyd, in his masterful biography of London, animadverts that the entire city is essentially a performance space, one in which the notorious actors fret and strut, while the London mob roils and moils through the stree

Hey, Sir Alan – leave those kids alone
By Nicholas Lezard - 07 June 8:51

I come back to the Hovel after a frugal evening out to find Razors watching Junior Apprentice on the telly. He works punishing hours - nine till five-ish - and so he's entitled to watch any old garbage he wants.

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