The impending nuptials of Kate and Wills remind the <em>New Statesman</em> editor of another royal w
When I was about 11 years old I had a picture of the American flag on my wall.
It seems that when you have just stepped down as president of the Royal Society, life can get a little dull - even if you are still Master of Trinity College, Cambridge, a knight of the realm, then a life peer, Astronomer Roya
The lovely weather combines, unfortunately, with the continuing loss of the shower in the Hovel.
Governments have long been reluctant to draw attention to the links between mental health and socio-economic factors.
The actor/director Simon Pegg describes his initiation into the Twitterverse.
More and more people are using public transport to get from one place to another.
The Peter principle states that employees are promoted to the point where they become incompetent - and there they remain, doing a crap job.
The English passion for gardening, which George Orwell identified (along with bad teeth) as being among our chief national characteristics, has unearthed many writers of unusual talent and scholarship, from Vita Sackville-West
Boy, do the Americans know how to christen a war. Odyssey Dawn is the latest in a theatrical line of military operation monikers.
And it just gets better.
From 9/11 to the Japanese tsunami, it seems to be modern nature to want to find tenuous personal lin
We all try to resist the cliché that, as a nation, we're obsessed with failure but it's hard to miss the glee in the papers when a story comes up like this: a woman in Southwark has failed her driving theory test for the 90th
I am still fuming, so to speak, with the news that the government intends to ban the display of cigarettes and tobacco from all shops by 2015.
What I learned at the porn industry's annual awards ceremony.
Since I have the gall to pontificate fortnightly on the places where people actually eat, it seems only meet that I should occasionally 'fess up to my habitual gnawing spots.
A letter from a Mrs H of Blaenau Ffestiniog. In it, she is very nice about this column, but she cannot abide my occasional use of four-letter words. I think she is referring to the time I described myself as a Jeremy Hunt.
The actor has brutalised the women in his life for years, but the global press is more scandalised by his drug habit.
There’s a reason memoirs are so popular. They satisfy a
primitive human instinct – curiosity.
As the clean-up continues after the Christchurch earthquake, it is worth reminding ourselves how recently we gained any understanding of the earth's interior.
I write this in a precarious state, on a laptop that may conk out any minute. The socket at the back where the power-supply cable goes in has gone wonky: the juice simply isn't getting in.
As we mark 100 years of International Women’s Day, Natasha Walter argues that British feminism is sh
The problem with racism and sexism in fashion goes far beyond one slurring fantasist.
“Someone who has a nanny and a PA isn’t really Superwoman”
I'm more loyal to Caffè Nero than I am to any other institution.
A lot of questions arise from The King's Speech, the recent film in which - spoiler alert - a king can't speak very well, but then manages to, thanks to an Australian.
It's been a fantastic three months for those of us gripped by the dynamics of crowds.
To my bed, with the curtains drawn and a cold, damp flannel pressed to my eyes. Fury, I have discovered, brings with it many of the symptoms of migraine: pain, nausea, fatigue.
TV has spoken; the printed word has had its day.