The Spectator's Notes

11 October 2008

Charles Moore's reflections on the week

I have never been fond of ‘Winner’s Dinners’, the column on the back of the Sunday Times in which Michael Winner boasts how rude he has been to waiters and cooks in expensive restaurants and then forces them to be photographed with him. There is a sort of Abu Ghraib quality to the arrangement. Now that ruin stares our nation in the face, the column becomes even more repulsive. Time for a rival called ‘Loser’s Dinners’ in which an enterprising writer with not a penny to his name writes a modern, compassionate, helping-the-vulnerable restaurant column, about things like where to eat the best leftovers. I nominate this paper’s superb Low Life columnist, Jeremy Clarke.

After a tiring time at the Conservative party conference in Birmingham, I went what, until it became illegal, was called ‘cub-hunting’, and is now known as ‘autumn-hunting’. There was a mounted field of 66, at least twice the number we raised before Labour first drew attention to the sport. Yes, hunting’s coming home, and we must continue to remind David Cameron of his promise that this is so.

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Ross Burns

October 11th, 2008 4:05pm Report this comment

He's in the top three best journalists in the country. The words are always perfectly placed and he often combines his gentle manner with great biting wit, for example: saying the minister's name, Dawn Primarola, sounds like a new brand of margarine. But sadly he spoils it all for me, by reminding us of his thirst for blood from animals that don't even raise their heads above a knee cap. Not that size should matter anyways.

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