When the United States dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima after Japan had all but surrendered, the front page of the Daily Express said: "This is a warning to the world." As American missiles and bombs attack a sovereign European state, it is another warning to the world.
If you're older than 35 or so, you probably have vivid memories of the Falklands war.
The first casualty of Britain's Balkan war was not truth, but Downing Street spin. Tony Blair invited the BBC and Sky to Chequers to film him speaking to the nation. When they got there, they found a virtual mock-up of his No 10 set. "Hey guys," he greeted them.
An Antiguan woman phoned me last week to discuss the results of the recent elections held in Antigua and Barbuda. She had read in the Barbudan, a local paper, my recent column on the state of affairs in the country.
My proposed series for Radio 4 on sixties coffee-bar culture has been rejected. The letter from the commissioning editor said that although the idea was "intrinsically interesting", he had an "awkward sense" he'd heard something similar on the network in the past few years.
I live in Earl's Court, where for the past week the usual traffic of down-and-outs has been jostling with Saab-loads of the up-and-coming.
William Hague must be off his rocker to sack Gregor Mackay, his top media man, and install Amanda Platell, former editor of the Sunday Mirror and the Express on Sunday.
One of the occult powers of e-mail is that once you've written a message it only takes a few seconds to cc it to a hundred or a thousand people. Incidentally, I may be wrong and all my reference books are in boxes, but doesn't "cc" stand for carbon copy?
Diane Abbott, Labour MP for Hackney North and Stoke Newington, is the subject of a strange memo, supposedly written at Robin Cook's behest but, according to newspaper reports, actually written by somebody who wants to smear Cook as a smearer.
One of the worst things Margaret Thatcher ever did, as far as I am concerned, wasn't going to war over the Falklands, or destroying the notion of society, or even privatising anything that moved, but boasting that she did not need more than three or four hours' sleep a night.
Institutional racism is the fashion of the moment and now we have it in education. Caribbean boys, we are told by a report from Ofsted, the schools watchdog, do worse in exams than almost any other group.
He is one of Britain's great Marxist intellectuals, yet now he seems a strangely conservative figure
Whether or not General Pinochet is sent for trial, the question looms: who is next? Henry Kissinger and George Bush come to mind. Their terrorism is documented from Chile to South-east Asia.
For a good 20 years I've been telling the story of how I went to great lengths at my Sidcup drama school to fix up my lonely friend Robert with a bouncy blonde called Juliet, only to learn, after all the details of the assignation had been laid out, that I'd been wasting my time.
When my editor was at Sussex University some time ago, he shared a house with two privately educated boys from rich families.
This week there's going to be no airy-fairy analysis of recondite technical matters. Instead, as William Hague recommended, I'm going to deal with the "kitchen-table issues" that concern ordinary people.
As he wallowed like a manatee in the coral reefs of the Indian Ocean, fighting attempts by BBC reporters to wrench off his breathing-mask, John Prescott might have wondered how his globetrotting plays back home.
It's good to be back where you belong. To be put firmly in your place is one of the joys of writing for the New Statesman, after all.
If my reception at the "Culture Wars" conference is anything to go by, my three weeks on Colgate Platinum are already bearing fruit. I was initially put off the new whitening toothpastes when I trotted down to Safeway one morning for my customary semi-skimmed and Farmhouse Crusty.
When the kilt-clad and puff-cheeked pipers marched into the dining room, the sun-browned Miami millionaires and their bleached blonde wives let rip thunderous applause. The clapping was not for the pipers, though, but for the balding chinless man accompanying them, HRH Prince Edward.
One of the most moving and impressive responses to the brutal killings of the western tourists in Uganda last week was a letter in last week's Guardian. Bill Dalton lost his son a year ago when he was shot and killed in a "border incident in the Congo".
For devotees of Westminster gossip, the really interesting thing about Ir'n Broon's third Budget was the advance spin put on it by Tony Blair's people.
Independent and newly authoritative, this great institution is Labour's biggest threat
Once, the names of Mansfield, Sedley, Robertson et al infuriated judges. Have they sold out?
Last week, the Guardian devoted three pages to Germaine Greer, who has written a book called The Whole Woman. Other famous feminists were asked to comment. "We should not feel guilty for cleaning our toilets if we want to," said one.
First of all we looked at the X-ray. "This is your spine," said my doctor with a degree of assertiveness that suggested there had been occasions in the past when patients had been churlish enough to contradict even this initial part of his diagnosis.
It is just as well that Jack Straw is taking the flak, because the other cabinet Jack would otherwise be under heavy fire. Jack Cunningham is firmly set on a path to the back benches. "Junket Jack", as he has become known, has always had a taste for the finer things of life.
A kindly reader sent me an e-mail observing that I had seemed a little gloomy of late and wondering whether it was attributable to the distressing process of moving house. And I thought I had been so stoical and brave about it.
My editor required that I write a personal account of my experiences of racism. I was not enthusiastic. Slightly stunned, I left the office in Victoria rolling the camera back to a once-upon-a-time period.
We are being bombarded with opinions, which all stem from a white British judge's definition of what racism is. Hereafter, Sir William Macpherson replaces Franz Fanon, W E B Dubois, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King and C L R James as the authority on this 400-year-old experience.