A little suckling baby pig it might have been, but eating it felt so liberating
By Laurie Taylor - 21 February 12:00

Over the years I've had what can only be regarded as more than my fair share of trouble with suckling pigs. When I first landed in Madrid with Ruth in the early 1980s, I had no idea that they were likely to feature on the average menu, let alone come to dominate our entire interpersonal agenda.

Paul Routledge
By Paul Routledge - 21 February 12:00

Much bleating at Westminster over the funding of political parties, which new Labour says it is determined to bring under public scrutiny and control. And fine words they are.

There is a word to describe the Dome, beginning with c and ending with p. And it isn't "cheap"
By Sean French - 21 February 12:00

Let nobody deny that there are any stunning experiences at the Millennium Dome. This week, I walked across the almost deserted forecourt and found a ticket booth: "One adult, one 12 year old and one six year old, please," I said. "That'll be fifty-three pounds," the man in the booth replied.

Despite my flabby arse and potbelly, Carl Jung would have marvelled at my powerful front crawl
By Laurie Taylor - 14 February 12:00

It's a slovenly New Year's resolution that only kicks in half way through February, but the sight of my brand new Speedo goggles hanging from a kitchen hook provides comforting evidence whenever I'm brewing up that I have finally turned my fitness aspirations for the new millennium into aquatic

The Americans fight their culture wars over abortion; the British fight over buggery
By Suzanne Moore - 14 February 12:00

So they've done it then, the Lords have seen off the buggers!

Greene would finish writing before the morning had even begun; I have to beat the score on my Gameboy
By Sean French - 14 February 12:00

Each week, the Times book pages feature a regular item on "How I Write" in which someone with a new book out describes whether they use a pencil or a word processor.

Paul Routledge
By Paul Routledge - 14 February 12:00

Alun Michael, the beleaguered bardic premier, should have remembered that if a week is a long time in politics, six years is not. Mr Charisma has got into difficulties as First Person of Wales largely because he cannot get Treasury funding for his Welsh Budget.

See what wonders a puce-faced minister will perform
By Cristina Odone - 14 February 12:00

Let's hear it for the choco-terrorist, the bosomy blonde Birgit who, with a little help from her friend Max Clifford, spread an eclair across Nick Brown's face and herself across the front page of every national newspaper.

Now Uncle Tom looks like a militant terrorist
By Darcus Howe - 14 February 12:00

In all the years I have been active on race relations issues, I have never heard of Raj Chandran. Yet he is apparently the longest-serving member of the governing body of the Commission for Racial Equality.

The New Statesman Profile - Martine Aubry
By David Lawday - 14 February 12:00

She brought the 35-hour week to France, a reform of global reach. But is she a visionary or a bully?

Caribbean still clings to old colonial masters
By Darcus Howe - 07 February 12:00

The people of the Caribbean never cease to amaze me. They seem to be slowly creeping back to colonialism.

The New Statesman Profile - The Industrial Society
By Barbara Gunnell - 07 February 12:00

Once, it pressed for workers' canteens; now, the messiah of stakeholding comes to change the state i

Now is that Odette? And is she in love with District Attorney Horgan? Or is that the wrong film?
By Laurie Taylor - 07 February 12:00

I knew from the reviews that Time Regained was on the longish side but, by the time I tipped out of the Renoir cinema, I had the distinct impression that I'd been out of the country for the best part of a fortnight.

Paul Routledge
By Paul Routledge - 07 February 12:00

Clause 28, Thatcher's hate child for the gay community, is creating a real palaver at Westminster. The government first announced that its abolition would be a whipped vote, then backed down in the face of religious pressure, then caved in from that position in the face of a revolt by the PLP.

Were Lego bricks, with those silly great towers, really the best the 20th century could do in the way of toys?
By Sean French - 07 February 12:00

This week I discovered that there is something called the British Association of Toy Retailers. It even has a boring name. Why couldn't it be called the British Association of Toy Sellers? Then it could be known as BATS. That would be a bit funnier.

Our great Carol - can custom stale her infinite variety?
By Cristina Odone - 07 February 12:00

Here she is, crunching figures on Countdown. There she goes, revamping gnome-infested landscapes on Carol Vorderman's Better Gardens. And, oh, could that be Carol spreading cholesterol-lowering margarine on toast in a commercial?

Grandmother would be under an oxygen tent just from hearing the word "kinderwhore"
By Sean French - 31 January 12:00

The other day, a person who had just become a columnist for a scientific journal wrote to ask me how I avoided repeating myself in this column. I was tempted to reply, a la Groucho Marx, that I would never consider giving advice to anybody who was stupid enough to ask it from me.

Clause 28: the cardinal should try to be more Christian
By Cristina Odone - 31 January 12:00

Tomorrow, in his classroom, your teenage son will be subjected to pornographic videos hailing fisting as fab. Your daughter meanwhile will be deluged with pamphlets portraying lesbian love as the only way to come.

Too much homework? I tell my daughter to strike
By Darcus Howe - 31 January 12:00

Some weeks ago I spoke at a conference on education of blacks in Hackney, organised by the local MP, Diane Abbott. It was full of anxious parents wanting the best for their children.

Blame is heaped on bad mothers, bad employers, bad government. No bad fathers mentioned whatsoever
By Suzanne Moore - 31 January 12:00

Lately life has come to resemble the Harry Enfield sketch "Women, know your place".

Paul Routledge
By Paul Routledge - 31 January 12:00

The success of the BBC political correspondent John Sergeant in landing the plum £140,000-a-year job of ITN political editor brings joy to fat, self-regarding 55-year-old Quasimodos everywhere, including me. But the Beeb is in a lather about his replacement.

Would the police dare to stop and search Max Hastings?
By Darcus Howe - 24 January 12:00

Stop and search is back. Well, not quite. We are three quarters of the way there. The police have invented something quite ridiculous - stop and talk. And then maybe, maybe not, the search.

Three wives, five years in the SWP, barley sugar theft: my ministerial career will be ruined
By Laurie Taylor - 24 January 12:00

I can't think what brought it on, but all week I've been imagining that I was a high-ranking government minister and was suddenly required to produce a coherent explanation for one or other of my past moral lapses.

Kosovo, close to being a Mafia state, is littered with unexploded bombs. That's the result of ethical Blairism
By John Pilger - 24 January 12:00

The Blair government's resumption of arms sales to Indonesia ends an unreported hoax. The four-month "ban", supposedly in re-sponse to the renewed repression in East Timor, was hardly a ban at all.

The New Statesman Profile - Ben Elton
By Toby Young - 24 January 12:00

A cross between Goebbels and George Bernard Shaw, even his jokes betray a galloping didacticism. Ben

My children watch a film and then practice ju-jitsu kicks. I watch a documentary and get heavy period pains
By Sean French - 24 January 12:00

It's now a month since Christmas and our 12 year old has watched The Matrix at least six times. Admittedly the film is supposed to be restricted to people aged 15 and above, but I don't understand the certification system in this country.

Paul Routledge
By Paul Routledge - 24 January 12:00

Collectivism is dead, executed by new Labour, as we know. But hark! Fresh stirrings in the undergrowth.

If Tyson played tennis he would get a warmer welcome
By Cristina Odone - 24 January 12:00

Woody Allen wants to move to London. He feels, according to a forthcoming biography, that his affair with his ex-lover's adopted teenage daughter didn't go down too well in America.