Scientists of the 17th century would recognise my ailment – air ache
When a season changes I feel something halfway between yearning for memory and a premonition of oncoming.
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When a season changes I feel something halfway between yearning for memory and a premonition of oncoming.
ByDespite the animal treating me with disdain I decided to suck up the contempt and commit myself to the idea…
ByStanding between the sofa and the bookcase he looked completely wrong and out of place. He knew it too.
ByMy computer is my window on the world. I go to ridiculous lengths to protect it.
ByThis column – which, though named after a line in Shakespeare’s “Richard II”, refers to the whole of Britain –…
ByLife is about endless upheavals, but some – like Harry Kane in lederhosen – are hard to take.
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ByIs there a cure? Perhaps buying nine of the 12 volumes of the Scott Moncrieff translation of Proust will help.
ByI’ve lived in London for nearly 32 years and this is the first time it has happened to me, and…
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ByMy afternoon treat of whitebait and oysters was ruined when Knob of the Year sat down at the next door…
ByUndergraduates face inadequate maintenance loans, poor housing and a soaring cost of living – I feel dreadful for them.
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ByThis column – which, though named after a line in Shakespeare’s “Richard II”, refers to the whole of Britain –…
ByWrite to letters@newstatesman.co.uk to have your thoughts voiced in the New Statesman magazine.
ByWhen a friend told ChatGPT to write an article in my style, I first found it mildly amusing – then…
ByAs we walked to a pub, a group of boys and girls emerged to yell at us – and then…
ByAlso this week: A close encounter with Labour luvvies, and chaos at the British Museum.
ByHiding among waxy coats and mud-encrusted boots, I spent two blissful hours without my phone and the internet.
ByA modest candle of quirkiness and affordability has been snuffed out, so the capital can have another luxury hotel.
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