Paul Routledge
By Paul Routledge - 31 July 13:00

The exigencies of column-writing being as they are, this is the last time I shall bring you gossip from Westminster until late September, when the party conference season will be upon us. Even that isn't the same. Both the Labour and TUC conferences are wrapping up a day early.

The north-east, like other Labour heartlands, has stopped voting. It is not apathy, it is anger and it is a strike
By John Pilger - 24 July 13:00

I first went to Murton, a Durham pit town, just before Christmas 1973. The National Union of Mineworkers had arranged that I spend a night in F32, a seam that was not on the visitor's run, and lay a third of a mile beneath the town.

I saw a long cloakroom queue, but a young man could see emergent signs of resistance
By Laurie Taylor - 24 July 13:00

Everything was going swimmingly at the New Statesman party until I decided to wander away from the group of seasoned old buffers with whom I had spent the first two hours of the evening and found myself pushed against the wall of the Serpentine Gallery by an enthusiastic young man with

The New Statesman Profile - The package holiday
By Barbara Gunnell - 24 July 13:00

Though it has now become a ritual for 17 million people, Thomas Cook's brainchild may be on its last

We need to be reminded that, as Montaigne said, no matter how high a man sits, he still sits on his own arse
By Sean French - 24 July 13:00

A couple of days ago, I drove past a second-hand shop called "Junk and Disorder", which raised a smile. But I always wonder what it would be like to work in a shop with a name like that for month after month, as the joke wore thinner and thinner.

Paul Routledge
By Paul Routledge - 24 July 13:00

Who, it is being asked in the Commons bars, would have an interest in upstaging Chancellor Gordon Brown and his comprehensive spending review? The first editions of the broadsheet papers on Monday 17 July led with previews of Ir'n Broon's calculating generosity.

Why do we have to pay £3m just to have a New Year party?
By Darcus Howe - 24 July 13:00

We are not going to have a whale of a time at London's New Year's Eve party. It is going to be a scaled-down shindig - half a party. Don't be surprised if there is no party at all. And why? The police are asking us Londoners to pay a punitive cost of £3m for extra policing on the night.

It's time for Blair to stand up for dads everywhere
By Cristina Odone - 24 July 13:00

The photo of the handbag was splashed across the Telegraph: the symbol of Mrs T's political matriarchy had been auctioned off for charity and fetched £100,000.

Ken's ass need fear nothing from Trevor
By Darcus Howe - 17 July 13:00

Trevor Phillips, the chairman of the Greater London Assembly, in a rare outburst, threatened the new Mayor, Ken Livingstone, saying that he intended "to kick ass". Ken, he said, is building a Kenocracy. He, Trevor, seeks the interests of the people of London.

The New Statesman Profile - The Germans
By David Lawday - 17 July 13:00

At last, they are undergoing a real personality change: the <em>Volk</em> is doomed and Hitler just

Paul Routledge
By Paul Routledge - 17 July 13:00

Change and dismay are all around. Tony Blair's bad week is prompting unfavourable comparisons with his predecessor. The ex-chancellor Norman Lamont is telling anyone who will listen: "I never thought he would turn out so much like John Major."

Another week, another new novel. Which character am I this time?
By Laurie Taylor - 17 July 13:00

Another week, another book launch. This week, it was Jill Westwood's first novel, Holding the Centre. I can't say that my toast flew out of my hand with excitement when the invitation from Axon Press turned up on my breakfast table.

If I spend ten minutes a week with my kids, that's a big advance on the traditional, middle-class nil minutes
By Sean French - 17 July 13:00

A new British survey has suggested that, during the working week, professional men spend an average of ten minutes with their children. That's per week, not per day. This really doesn't give you time to get much done.

Let battle commence between elephant and mouse
By Darcus Howe - 10 July 13:00

A friend was uneasy about my condemnation - swift, he called it - of Lord Harris of Haringey in his capacity as chair of the police committee in the Greater London Assembly.

The New Statesman Profile - The English Friday night
By Jason Cowley - 10 July 13:00

In an old market town, young men vomit on their own shoes and shout "big tits" at the passing girls.

Cathy Freeman's broad Olympic smile is being used to conceal a multitude of Australia's original sins
By John Pilger - 10 July 13:00

My flight to Sydney was in a Qantas aircraft painted entirely in Aboriginal motifs. The airline calls it the "Wunala Dreaming" and offers a scale model in its duty-free catalogue.

Clear off out of my way - I'm on the verge of becoming a major literary figure
By Laurie Taylor - 10 July 13:00

I'd lay odds that it was two-thirds of the way through the book and halfway down the left-hand page, but I'm still unable to turn up the paragraph in Martin Amis's superb Experience in which he talks about "writers" being people who are always hoping that everyone else will very shortly

Paul Routledge
By Paul Routledge - 10 July 13:00

What is the explanation for Alastair Campbell's persistent bad temper? As best I understand these things, he is engaged in a vicious battle with Peter Mandelson, the undisgraced Northern Ireland Secretary, for influence over the PM.

Do people who move to the country expect cheery morris dancers and rosy-cheeked milkmaids to call on them?
By Sean French - 10 July 13:00

Deborah Bosley's New Statesman article a couple of weeks ago, about the horrors of living in the country, certainly touched a nerve. People have been queuing up ever since to scream: "Me too, I'm also being driven into alcoholism by the tediousness of rural England."

It's all very well to complain to the powers that be, but first you have to find them
By Laurie Taylor - 03 July 13:00

I thought it was outrageous. So did Roger and Helen. Sarah was an excellent researcher, but now came the news that her short-term contract would not be renewed. Something had to be done. Roger and Helen looked at me. Yes, I was happy to stand up and be counted.

The Harry Potter hype shows all the symptoms of past hysterias, from the death of Diana to tulipmania
By Sean French - 03 July 13:00

My wife and I - I always have difficulty with that phrase. It makes me feel as if I should be cutting a ribbon or making a speech. "My partner and I" isn't much better. It manages to be coy, evasive and ambiguous, all at the same time.

If you want to sort out the Met, Ken, talk to Mack
By Darcus Howe - 03 July 13:00

A few days ago, the London Evening Standard introduced us to Lord Harris of Haringey, named by Mayor Livingstone as chairman of the Police Committee. His article urged us to welcome democracy in the organisation of the Metropolitan Police.

The New Statesman Profile - Joschka Fischer
By David Lawday - 03 July 13:00

Former taxi driver and anarchist, the German foreign minister now has his own bold vision of a new E

Paul Routledge
By Paul Routledge - 03 July 13:00

The scene is Darlington station. The time is Friday morning. There are lots of policemen and dogs (none of them for petting) about, plus a number of government limousines.

Paul Routledge
By Paul Routledge - 26 June 13:00

The curse of Tony is getting a bit serious. He is blighting the political futures of Downing Street apparatchiks, who fondly imagined that working at the court of the Sun King would be a passport to Westminster.

It's just as well that journalists can't be struck off for malpractice - I would have been finished years ago
By Sean French - 26 June 13:00

There must be doctors all over the country contemplating the recent scandals involving cancer-test errors, incompetent gynaecologists and deluded surgeons, and asking themselves: "Could I be next?" It must be like one of those mornings when you wake up with your head pounding, your tongue dry an

Desperate employers cry out for migrant labour
By Darcus Howe - 26 June 13:00

They crossed continents, perhaps heard from their bunkers the prattle of different languages. They were signed, sealed and delivered dead.

In the Gulf war, every last nail was accounted for, but the Iraqi dead went untallied. At last their story is being told
By John Pilger - 26 June 13:00

The great American reporter Seymour Hersh is at war with the American military over his j'accuse in the New Yorker that a much-lauded general, now a member of President Clinton's cabinet, ordered his troops to fire on retreating Iraqis on the eve of the Gulf war ceasefire in 19

The New Statesman Profile - the matriarchs
By Jackie Ashley - 19 June 13:00

The backbone of the nation, they are formidably hard to fool and, above all, they hate to be talked

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