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This is my fault. I tutted at him six months ago for taking up the entire footpath and a jogger never forgets.
Is it only because this is a photograph of my mother that I feel protective of it?
It was the final week of school. I was standing on a table in the library, farewelling my fellow prefects with a version of “E Lucevan le Stelle” that I believed was as good as Lanza’s.
No play is ever as good as people say it is, let alone a match for the high farce of Chris Williamson's on/off suspension.
From Judas to the Brick Lane mural, how the malicious libel about Jewish greed gripped the global imagination.
For one whole half hour I have not seen the faces of those lying, scheming, conniving, despicable scumbags who claim to be acting in the national interest.
The modern anti-Semite is more subtle than his great-grandparents.
The Man Booker prize-winning novelist answers our questions.
The Affair is about an affair. How much more can you want a drama to be about?
Howard Jacobson's Goldsmiths Prize lecture: from Ulysses to Herzog, the comic novel unlocks the “meaninglessness of everything”.