Magazines
A lament for the lads’ mags
Do you remember the lads’ mags? I do because I worked on them for years. FHM, Maxim, all those gloriously…
If you really want to lose friends, start a magazine
I’m more impressed than most that The Spectator has racked up 10,000 issues, because I used to be a magazine…
Does anyone have a job for Chelsea Clinton?
For a long time now, those of us who have the misfortune to have working eyes and ears have become…
The time is right for an Erté revival – a new hero for our gender-anxious times
Erté was destined for the imperial navy. Failing that, the army. His father and uncle had been navy men. There…
Punk turns 40
There have been many punk exhibitions over the years so I can’t help but chuckle at the ‘experts’ who are…
From Hitler to girls in pearls
The remarkable life and times of Country Life
Diary
I was once bundled into a police car in Palm Springs to explain why I didn’t have snow-tyres on my…
Fame at last
There’s nothing like getting your face on the telly to turn you into a narcissist overnight
Diary
Wellington, Ontario A British visitor to this village might be disoriented by the flags. They look almost exactly like the…
Osborne’s northern ‘super-city’ looks like a cynical vote-grab – but I’m all for it
When John Prescott used to wax garrulous about a ‘superhighway’ from Hull to Liverpool, everyone assumed it was a wheeze…
