THE SMALL THINGS

Somewhere, in a darkened studio, not long after ten o’clock this morning, Jeremy Corbyn had a car crash. It was the kind you hear from...

For the last ten years, I thought that radical fundamentalist terrorists were amateur hour. Every single death is a tragedy; every sin...

Yesterday, a rather curious thing happened. The horse who won the Grand National was not even mentioned in running until just before the ...

The work storm is still blowing a hooley. There are now 19,000 new words. This is easily the craziest project I ever started. At the en...

I find myself in a sudden work storm. I’ve been searching about for the impetus to go ahead with a new project. The problem is that I h...

On Friday morning, I rang a wise friend. ‘How is dear old London?’ I said. She said: ‘You know how it is. Rather quiet yesterday, wit...

I was going to write you another incredibly long blog. All day long, it unfurled in my head, sentence by sentence. The Dear Readers w...

Yesterday, just after writing a rather whimsical blog about the smallest of the small things, I turned on the internet and saw that som...