The euphoria in which I was warmly enveloped on a sunny Monday morning has by now, this heat-oppressed Wednesday evening, completely dissipated.   I knew the…

Yesterday I joined three former colleagues at Reuters for lunch at El Vino, a venerable old Fleet Street wine bar which, according to our rough…

I was saddened yesterday to learn that G.D. Spradlin has died.  He was ninety. “Who the hell is G.D. Spradlin?” I hear some of you…

You really do have to wonder about the men and women in positions of power in Britain: they don’t seem to have a clue what’s…

A beautiful day at Lord’s, the magnificent spiritual home of cricket, the sun shining, a light breeze cooling players and spectators alike, and an English…

 It is a decent but rather overworked cliché to say of talented people who die young that their lives were ‘wasted’.  The same convention has…