I wrote last week about how the Mail on Sunday had spiked a 1,000-word piece it had commissioned from me on the disproportionate exclusion of black boys from our schools.
Some men feel so intimidated by women that they feel the need to create fantasy lives for themselves. Take Tony, the pigeon chest, who cornered me in a pub at the weekend. He stomped the length of the bar to square up to me. "Christ you're tall," he said, jutting his chin towards my collarbone.
Support for David Blunkett to succeed Tony Blair as Labour leader has come from an unexpected quarter - erm . . . Iain Duncan Smith. At a private dinner for women members of the Westminster lobby, the Tory leader swerved off his subject and began praising Blunkers. "Absolutely wonderful chap.
Profile - <em>William Cook</em> on the contentious career of the woman who made the Nazis beautiful
The collapse of Enron is making a lot of people scared - and I am not just talking about people in the White House and Downing Street. No, anxiety is most acute among the oilers of the wheels of capitalism: the auditors, investment bankers and assorted leaders of industry.
As Tony Blair closed the door in the face of the unions last Saturday night, another door around the corner from his former home in Islington, north London, was closing.
News that Piers Morgan is toying with the idea of taking the red out of the top of the Mirror comes as no surprise to those who have been closely watching either his newspaper or his luncheon companions - although Morgan's idea of toying with anything is akin to a lion playing with the
A couple of weeks ago, I was commissioned by the Mail on Sunday to write a 1,000-word piece on the disproportionate exclusion of black boys from schools. Diane Abbott had raised the matter in the Observer the week before, and they wanted my take on it.
Some people believe that the absence of street parties to celebrate the Queen's Golden Jubilee is a sign that Britain has no spontaneity or joie de vivre, but I would wait until Margaret Thatcher dies before passing that judgement.
When I was just a ladette, my careers officer told me that "a job is not to be sneered at, Miss Booth", after I had wrinkled my nose at his promise that "a girl like you could find work in an office as a secretary".
Fighting fit (or something like that) after her mini-stroke, Lady Thatcher has consented to be guest of honour at a glittering literary lunch in April to celebrate the fifth anniversary of Politico's, the publishing bookshop.
The year is 2130. There has been a dreadful network accident. Kajillions of gigabytes of data have collided and been destroyed at the delapidated Midlands node.
"Eenie, meenie, minie, mo, snatch a bullet from an AK-47", is my son's contribution to the debate on the use of the word "nigger". Not that he shoots anybody physically; the bullet comes from his bulging eyes, along with molten lava from a volcanic tongue.
The minister for adult skills ought to be a buxom blonde in a saucy 1970s film entitled Confessions of a Labour Aide. The actual holder of that title, John Healey, is not remotely pneumatic.
We've been had. Once again, the British people have been used as cannon fodder in the Great PR War against Terrorism - a war of words rather than of wounds, unless you count collateral career damage (but more of Jack Straw later).
Tony Blair's blurt on Radio 5 Live that he is "considering" his next job prompted speculation about the sacks of gold awaiting his departure from No 10.
I read this week that men, high-flyers especially, are rediscovering their love for their children.
Classy professionals, pushy go-getters or sad stay-at-homes: none of them has as much fun as footbal
The problem with Tony Blair is that - even though he went to a proper public school and Oxford - he has somehow never understood the merits of the self-perpetuating oligarchy.
The death of Sir Raymond Powell, MP for Ogmore in South Wales, has brought about some discreet speculation in Westminster bars. Powell was the backbencher with responsibility for gathering and authenticating proxy votes in shadow cabinet elections when Labour was in opposition.
The Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police tells us that 500 officers will be released from post-11 September security work to tackle the epidemic of mobile-phone muggings. This follows Home Office research revealing an estimated 190 per cent increase in thefts of this nature since 1995.
What do the Financial Times and the Daily Star have in common?
I know this might sound hypocritical, but I do so hate hypocrisy. All of us are guilty of it to some degree; it's just that some are better at it than others.
Where can you glimpse the Union Jack or the St George's Cross these days? Seen as too partisan and tainted by their right-wing associations, the flags have all but disappeared from along our high roads and outside council buildings.
This is the man whom Labour trusts to run our schools - and to make millions from doing so. Kevin Mc
Tony Blair's heroic peacemaking is not as it seems. Take the Middle East. When Blair welcomed Yasser Arafat to Downing Street following 11 September, it was widely reported that Britain was backing justice for the Palestinians.
This Christmas was one long deja vu. The last time I went to a carol concert, I was dressed head to toe in navy nylon and was trying to get expelled from the Girl Guides.
Last Monday, Oldham Council met to consider the results of the inquiry into last summer's street fighting in the town, involving 20,000 young men, mainly of Pakistani origin. The report has 134 recommendations.
Captains of industry are in a proper sulk because they receive fewer knighthoods than academics, scientists and headteachers.
The Ministry of Defence has long been regarded as a pimp for the arms industry in Britain.