If Scotland is to be independent, then why not London? And good luck to what’s left
Gordon can barely speak English either, so why don’t we swap him for Sarkozy?
Britain has lost an empire and found a role: to faff on about pirates and biofuels
Nick Clegg’s sex confession shows why politicians should never try to look normal
Giving the Olympics to the Chinese was an act of cynical genius: a stick to beat them with
If it's good that Harry was fighting the Taleban, why are we queasy when Israel fights Hamas?
‘Sleaze’ is such a nasty word. How much nicer to call it ‘anti-parliamentary activity’
Hugo Rifkind in support of identity cards
The assumption, of course, is that Gordon Brown isn’t having much fun.
Hugo Rifkind on his internet TV habit
What Griffin, Irving, Blair and the teacher in the Sudan tell us about free speech
If he was a plumber, though, what manner of plumber would David Cameron be? The Tory leader, summoned via the…
Hugo Rifkind wonders why the Russians are so much more passionate about being Russian than the British are about being British
This is a column about the reform of the House of Lords. I have a hunch it might not look…
Hugo Rifkind on the party conference season
Why does Gordon Brown have a ‘big tent’?
How on earth did they get them through customs? ‘Oi! You there! Chinese-looking fellow! What we got here, then? Ah. Toy soldiers, is it? Chewable? No? Oh dear.
You will have smirked. Shame on you, but you will. Yet reluctantly, and out of respect for the recently deceased, I intend to tread lightly over the story of the Australian pet collector killed earlier this week by her own overamorous camel.
After all the television fakeries, I am even beginning to doubt that
The pirates of Glastonbury forced me to consider the wisdom of crowds
There is a thing that many Scots do when they meet with other Scots. They start to sound more Scottish.