Of further and better interest, as the lawyers say, is the interest shown by Michael Howard in becoming chairman of the Commons security and intelligence committee.
Jason Cowley profiles Tom Clancy, the most popular novelist on earth, whose images of catastrophe animate the modern American psyche.
<em>Terror in America</em>
<em>Terror in America</em>
Have you bartered for anything lately, or have you given it up in the face of global capitalism? I remember, as a kid in the Seventies, being taken around meat markets where my family would buy sausages, chops, school uniforms, everything. Dad always got away with murder.
My American friends are amazed by the bile that is being heaped upon economic migrants in this country.
The terror in America cast a pall over the Trades Union Congress. Delegates and media gathered by television screens in Brighton conference centre, a few weeping openly. Hardier souls watched the drama unfold in the Fiddler's Elbow.
Why do the British hate the police? When PC Bluestone killed his wife and two of his four children, cries of horror and anguish went up.
The anti-racism conference held in Durban, South Africa, collapsed in recrimination against Israel, against calls for an apology from Europeans for the Atlantic slave trade, against calls for reparations for one of the most horrible, barbaric, evil, vicious, corrupt moments in the history of hum
One oddity of the global economic slowdown is that many companies and individuals continue to over-indulge while others, such as Marconi, are on the brink of collapse.
The cigar-smoking Italian who has tried to unite the workers of Europe. Emilio Gabaglio profiled
The number of applicants for asylum in Britain - that is, those who apply rather than those who get leave to remain - represents less than 1 per cent of the world's refugee population. Yet these past few weeks, the hysteria surrounding asylum-seekers has reached new heights.
Montgomeryshire is the accidental and, for the authorities, unwanted home of a veritable feast of post-hippie-alternative-community dwellers.
Last weekend was one of supreme entertainment all round. I have criticised recent Notting Hill Carnivals for the content, their artistic side, the crudity of the costuming. I had ceased going to Notting Hill on the bank holiday. But now, its very existence is under threat.
For five months, I have been searching for a church to go to with my daughter. But it's been 20 years since I last went regularly and everything has changed. I stopped going after one Sunday ended in tears and humiliation.
Any activist or campaigner should be able to tell you about the problems of powdered baby milk. For a start, unscrupulous drug dealers* keep cutting cocaine with infant formula, which results in extremely healthy, nutritionally enriched nostrils and a good night's sleep.
Every year for as long as I can remember, I have been attacked by a stranger between June and August. This year's incident happened over a parking space, after I cheekily parked in an entirely empty, but private, car park on my way to visit the dentist.
Once hailed as a new African hero and a non-racist, his behaviour is now that of the paranoidal pers
Just the other week, the government of Trinidad and Tobago sentenced ten men to the gallows.
After a whole month of being a celebrity, Big Brother's "Bubble" - or "the one who sticks his tongue out for the cameras", as you may know him - has said that going to film premieres and being recognised on the street "has been very hard, and there have been times when I've cried".
The erstwhile friend of Tony Blair has made his distaste clear in a way that Labour's spinners canno
The long-awaited trial of Khmer Rouge leaders in Cambodia now seems likely. A court comprising Cambodian and United Nations-appointed judges is all but agreed.
While I was in South Africa, Brixton exploded in a mini riot following the police shooting of a black man in Angell Town: he had got out a cigarette lighter in the shape of a gun, and they had assumed it was a real one.
I was meeting the director of a charity that puts children aged between six and 16 in contact with adults who can help them. The man with the money lamented that no British children will receive the charity's help for a good while, due to its "terror of the tabloids".
Cape whites with English origins are the dominant tribe in Cape Town, where I have been with the British Council, tutoring on documentary film-making. They are as distinct and separate from the rest of South Africa as any tribe can be.
There are few things in life lower than a tortoise's arse, except Keith Chegwin's IQ and voter turnout in a Euro election.
All the parties sought its approval during the election, but it sees itself as unravelling the decei
I am in Cape Town now, attending a documentary festival called Encounters. It is not my first time in South Africa. I travelled to Durban once to interview Mangosuthu Buthelezi in the Devil's Advocate hot seat.
At the Hay-on-Wye literary festival in May, leading members of the media and cultural elite assembled in the fine gardens of a Regency house to await the arrival of the great man. They included broadsheet editors, deputy editors, literary editors, ex-editors, novelists, actors and John Birt.
On Edwina Currie's Radio 5 Live show, I annoyed a listener by suggesting that increasing the numbers of police on the streets does not make all locals feel safe or more secure. Some, I said, may even feel more threatened.