Whither the whitebait?
My favourite seafront seafood dish is no longer made with breadcrumbs. We are truly living in the worst of times.
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When my father died, I felt I should have been full of profound words
Instead, I found that I had none.
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This England: Selective memory
This column – which, though named after a line in Shakespeare’s “Richard II”, refers to the whole of Britain –…
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Home is where the Hove-l is
The casual observer might think the person who lived in my flat had gone beyond depression into a state of…
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The right note to end on
In my columns for the New Statesman, I’ve recorded more than a decade of my life. But now it’s time…
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This column – which, though named after a line in Shakespeare’s “Richard II”, refers to the whole of Britain –…
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Jeff Bezos’s Venetian wedding is a pageant of bad taste
As it should be.
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How to do it like a movie star
The lessons an intimacy coordinator is teaching the film industry about real sex apply off screen and on.
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