Sarah Standing opens her Diary
Sarah Standing’s daughter was attacked by a girl gang — but it wasn’t an isolated incident. Female thugs, of the sort who ran riot in the 1970s, are roaming the streets again
Sarah Standing's take on life, the universe and everything.
In New York City the chattering classes are all deeply concerned about the future of their healthcare system.
Sarah Standing ponders life, the universe and everything
Last chance for Krakow.
How nice all our daily lives used to be before millions of David Brent wannabes saw fit to take the mother of all executive decisions and irrevocably tip the scales of justice away from our grasp.
Sarah Standing says that the outbreak has brought out the worst in the governing class and public alike. Ministers and experts feed us with contradictory information, breeding alarmism without dealing with it. Stand by for a civil war between hypochondria and common sense
All right, so perhaps I was a mite distracted.
I’ve been reprimanded three times this week for ‘inappropriate behaviour’ — issued with a trio of verbal ‘warnings’.
When I was young, being given ‘options’ was a treat.
Sarah Standing wonders what has happened to our universities
I have the fear.
It’s always the smallest thing that tips one over the edge.
Last week I celebrated a big birthday.
I am not one of those who believe that God made the highways solely in order for motorists to inherit the earth.
Ideally I only ever want to come across the word ‘system’ when it’s used by an astronaut and sandwiched between ‘all’ and ‘go’.
Unlike the swine flu hysteria currently gripping the globe, the affluenza pandemic of the Nineties and early Noughties (first identified by the clinical psychologist Oliver James) was a virulent, socially transmitted disease most of us subliminally hankered to catch. ‘
Twenty years ago I remember driving down Pacific Coast Highway in California with two of my children strapped into their car seats behind me.
It’s at trying times like these that my latent inner-bimbo gene struggles to reassert itself.
I live in fear of that peculiar sharp intake of breath I seem to hear whenever I ask service men actually to service anything I own that doesn’t work.
Last week I was invited to join Radio 2 to discuss the European parliament’s most recent time-, energy- and money-wasting wheeze