THE SMALL THINGS

This morning, in the dreich and the drizzle of my beloved Scotland, I voted. I voted No. No has been caricatured, in the white heat of thi...

On the radio, a nice, intelligent, articulate man says: ‘I have worked with thirteen ministers of education and none of them has done much g...

I try to do work, but my mind keeps going back to Woolwich. It shocks and horrifies in so many ways that the brain feels battered, trying to...

A really funny thing has happened. Practically every single British columnist is writing the same column. I read Blake Morrison in The Guard...

The day ran away with me like a brumby. Family, horses, work, Olympic show-jumping final, and suddenly it is after tea-time and I still have...

It turns out I have a secret project. I love a secret project. Most of these go nowhere, but merely occupy my midnight hours. This one, howe...