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.
Boris had a perfect grasp of the way to play the new-old game: develop a full-blown shtick-man of a caricature of yourself and use it to return all that’s smashed at you.
Who knows, if things keep on this way, Britain may well become the sort of country where the outcome of a televised baking competition becomes a matter of high social and political importance.
Lee is perhaps the most intelligent comedian ever to tread British boards.
Doubtless Welby’s supporters will find such a description rude to the point of impiousness – but for those of us who live in an uncloistered world, the most significant indicators of his true nature lie first in his appearance.
Guernsey Airport is pretty weird; but then, so is the rest of the island.
Then, upon my return, there it was! A visitation! A miracle! What a joy it is to be alive in Jeremy Corbyn’s Britain.
Australia can indeed be an intimidating place, which is why the grey nomads are entirely worthy of respect.
She is witty, self-deprecating and obviously smart in an offbeat way, so as to neutralise those inclined to dismiss young, working-class women out of hand.
I don’t mind the frisson of fear – without it, I might relapse into Kingoonya altogether.
One of the many great things about Australia is a genuine, if slightly abrasive egalitarianism.
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