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On a personal account, emails can be deleted permanently, but most government services will store even deleted emails in back-up form.
A black hole is the ultimate physics laboratory.
Last month three Greek men posing as coastguards were arrested for preying on migrants. With so many people on the move, it’s becoming a big business.
Now that the interview-based podcast WTF has had millions of downloads and featured guests from Iggy Pop and Barack Obama, what does its host Marc Maron want to say?
This week's First Thoughts from the New Statesman's former editor.
If the British and others are right, then much of what has looked immovable in the Middle East is going to be very different.
In both sport and business, players with independent temperaments are often dragged into the middle ground, undermining their value.
No sick person responds to their diagnosis by thinking, “I can scam taxpayers for £73 a week!”
Finishing The Shepherd’s Crown was a double sadness: not just goodbye to Terry Pratchett, but goodbye to a younger, less cynical version of myself.
The left-winger's opponents are divided between conciliation and aggression.
The former Archbishop of Canterbury reflects on the politics of Pope Francis.
A new “culture of nature” is changing the way we live – and could change our politics, too.
So why isn’t the BBC making more of a fuss about it?
Steve Silberman’s Neurotribes, winner of the 2015 Samuel Johnson Prize for Non-fiction, champions “neurodiversity”.
There are things known, and there are things unknown - and they’re all in Rob Chapman’s cultural history of LSD, Psychedelia and Other Colours.
Mission statements from the GOP candidates point to a political movement haunted by the ghost of Ronald Reagan.
The clichéd decade: Cradle to Grave and Danny and the Human Zoo reviewed.
Closed Curtain, by Jafar Panahi, was created despite its director’s house arrest in Iran.
Iris Murdoch can bring you into a whole new world. How can radio capture her?
Up and down the country, GP surgeries have been yelping in pain.
Thoughts on the Bachelor Condition: #2 in an occasional series. (Or number 300-odd, if we assume this whole column is an ongoing meditation.)
The return of the Tories.
I don’t mind the frisson of fear – without it, I might relapse into Kingoonya altogether.
On a rock in the Atlantic, I felt the magic of place.
Watching the game was grim. Hearing it, too, would only have made it worse.
“Weren’t you meant to see Blair this morning?” “Um, yeah. I didn’t really feel like it.”
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