The Sun may be setting on new Labour. The paper's editor, David Yelland, told journalism students at City University that he could see circumstances in which Murdoch's flagship paper would desert Tony Blair in the run-up to the general election.
We were in the Hope when Geoff pointed to a man with a jug of Hoegaarden. "Isn't that thingy from The Cops? Should say 'Hello'."
She calls herself progressive yet adopts a judgemental tone that has the left fuming. Melanie Philli
I remember when the first countryside march arrived in central London, I thought it was a joke.
With the passing of each day, it becomes clearer that mayoralty business is not over until Red Ken sings.
The ideal chronicler of the new South Africa, he deserves to make literary history as a double Booke
Although I find it difficult to listen to In The Psychiatrist's Chair because of the constant sense that I could produce a rather more interesting portfolio of obsessions and phobias than most of the celebrity guests, I was sufficiently attentive during a recent interview with Professor
Real women - what a pain they are. Much better to make them up, I say. Yet we are forever being told what real women and their real lives are really like.
There's been some research into men and depression, which I'll get on to in a moment. However, one of the many causes of my own depression is that I read about all this crappy research, and watch TV documentaries about it, and I believe it all.
Betty Boothroyd has yet to make an announcement about her future, but the horse-trading is already going on at Westminster. It was thought that when she turned 70 earlier this month, Madam Speaker would signal her readiness to step down.
Winston Silcott will receive £50,000 from the Metropolitan Police because he was wrongfully arrested and maliciously prosecuted. The case did not go to court. The police, acting on the best legal advice, decided they could not win and paid up.
Last week I wrote about how Caribbean politicians were manipulating their legal system - and in particular speeding up the procedures that lead to hanging - in order to win votes and buttress their own power.
Is the short trek from the Commons press gallery to be abused at No 10 worth a journalist's shoe lea
In the old days of Fleet Street, when there was a plane crash or some other calamity, you went straight to work. So I wasn't surprised to be ordered into the office on day one of my holiday when Mandy's rehabilitation was announced. lt's dirty work, but somebody has to do it.
It's not good news.
I was deeply moved by Melvyn Bragg's account of his first year as Lord Bragg, published in this week's Observer.
Many of my friends in the law (I was at the Middle Temple once) seem confused at the giant step backwards into judicial murder now practised by their Caribbean counterparts.
Tony Blair may think it a conservative force, but it has been weak in protecting the health service.
As someone who has always been told off for possessing little common sense, I cannot get that excited about a revolution based on this much over-rated commodity. Indeed, it means as much to me as "the radical centre" - ie, zilch. Revolutions are supposed to get the heart going, aren't they?
What with getting up too late for the orang-utan trip because of the hour I'd spent in the middle of the night pursuing a horde of killer mosquitoes with a spray can of Exterminate, I found myself with an unexpected amount of time on my hands this Tuesday.
Blackpool put on its best October sunshine for the Tories, but they hadn't much else to smile about. Vast tracts of the Winter Gardens, packed with trade stands in previous years, were turned into coffee shops. The bars were virtually empty much of the day.
Clive James wrote that he gave up writing his Observer TV column when he started seeing the same ideas coming around and being acclaimed as original. Now it's not just a matter of ideas. Is it me, or are there more anniversaries than there used to be?
Of course he wants him back. Tony Blair cannot wait to restore his little helper Peter Mandelson to the cabinet. Unfortunately, he is meeting resistance from the rest of his cardinals who were glad to see the back of him.
There are many soft delicate parts of your body that are horribly vulnerable to injury: eyeballs, eardrums, your own particular brand of genitalia, and that's without getting on to the internal organs. But there's something special about horrible things happening to teeth.
Sunday was a bleak day for women. And it was the media wot did it. When the Sunday Times published a list of the 500 most powerful people in Britain, it included only seven women among its top 100.
Sir Herman Ouseley leaves the Commission for Racial Equality shortly - probably at the end of January. He is less than pleased. Jack Straw, he says, does not view the modernisation of the 1976 Race Relations Act as a matter of urgency.
They never liked each other and had little in common. A lesson for Blair and Brown? The Major/Lamont
By the time you read you this I will be in Borneo. But don't take that as a threat.
I'm getting ready to move into my own office.
I used to think I had the perfect system for winning at roulette. Many people believe they have perfect systems and they are all delusions, because, unless there is something wrong with the table, in the long run everybody loses except the management.