Will Self is an author and journalist. His books include Umbrella, Shark, The Book of Dave and The Butt. He writes the Madness of Crowds and Real Meals columns for the New Statesman.
It’s official: standing on busy escalators is faster than walking up (or down) them.
Ben Wheatley’s screen adaptation of Ballard's novel brings its dry wit to the fore.
Inhabiting any new locale involves adopting new perspectives, and relocating a few hundred metres up the road makes the adjustment particularly uncanny.
I swore I'd keep it for ever, but when I found the hideous thing in my study the other week, I followed "a different train of thought".
This week, I have decided to trust to algorithms rather than observation. I offer you Google's top “lucky seven” maddened crowds.
If I didn’t carry a suitcase, I wouldn’t have the stress of packing. Or that, at least, was the idea.
I have written before in this column about how deranging chain restaurants are. This week, I want to consider another egregious example: Patisserie Valerie.
Of course, with Europe’s Mediterranean beaches now becoming de facto Bantustans for Syrian, Afghan and all manner of other exiles, they are looking a lot less attractive as sunlounger locations.
The idea is that the students undertake their own version of a dérive – the aimless drift through the city that is the raison d’être of seriously flippant flâneurs – and document it in any way they please.
Some people shudder at the thought of jellied eels, or blanch if an oyster approaches. Not I.
No country has ever left the EU before, so there's no map for where we're going.
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