Will Self is the author of seven novels, six collections of stories and five collections of non-fiction. His most recent novel is The Butt. He writes the Madness of Crowds column for the New Statesman as well as the Real Meals column.

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Culture
20 May 2011
On jargon
Food and Drink
12 May 2011
I quite like that Channel 4 show The Secret Millionaire (Tuesdays, 9pm), in which a self-made Richie goes undercover...
Society
29 April 2011
In February 1542, Katherine Howard, Henry VIII's fifth wife, was executed under the terms of speedily concocted...
Food and Drink
27 April 2011
I've been trekking round the country with No 1 daughter in order to vet universities.I suppose this is only the fitting...
Culture
20 April 2011
The other evening (middle-aged speak for "months ago"), sitting having one of my favourite repasts - slow,...
Culture
14 April 2011
"Do you mind if we perch here?" said the chubby little chappie in the blue suit as he and his porky pal -...
Politics
07 April 2011
The Peter principle states that employees are promoted to the point where they become incompetent - and there they...
Food and Drink
31 March 2011
Only one kind of meal comes with an erratum slip: the catered formal dinner. My slip reads, "Please note: there is...
Culture
24 March 2011
On the tube
Lifestyle
17 March 2011
Since I have the gall to pontificate fortnightly on the places where people actually eat, it seems only meet that I...
Society
11 March 2011
A large part of mass human behaviour is dictated by our gullibility; by which I mean not just a simple compound of...
Lifestyle
03 March 2011
I'm more loyal to Caffè Nero than I am to any other institution. I care more for the Sicilian lemon cheesecake it...
Ideas
24 February 2011
It's been a fantastic three months for those of us gripped by the dynamics of crowds. First, we had student...
Books
17 February 2011
"I feel it in my fingers/I feel it in my toes/Love is all around me/And so the feeling grows . . ." So have...
Culture
10 February 2011
This time last year, I was in Berlin. One evening, strolling towards Unter den Linden after a concert at the...

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