Poor Michael Jackson. I know he was (probably) a kiddie fiddler and his music was crap, but that didn’t stop me empathising when watching Michael Jackson’s Last Days: What Really Happened (Channel 4, Sunday).
James Delingpole finds that ‘glamping’ suits the wife
James Delingpole talks to Professor Ian Plimer, the Australian geologist, whose new book shows that ‘anthropogenic global warming’ is a dangerous, ruinously expensive fiction, a ‘first-world luxury’ with no basis in scientific fact. Shame on the publishers who rejected the book
Sporting triumph at school is even sweeter than the smell of napalm in the morning
On the Saturday night of Glastonbury festival I wasn’t off my face in a field listening to some banging techno, but at the Museum of Garden History watching the noted harpsichordist William Christie and two marvellous sopranos perform songs by Purcell.
Conservative blacks are fed up with being patronised by liberals and bureaucrats
Let’s not get too worked up if Guy Gibson’s dog ends up with a PC name
‘Shh! Cricket!’ my grandfather Ken Delingpole used to say whenever the cricket came on the wireless.
The right to swear is integral to being a true conservative
I’ve got this brilliant idea for a Sunday night TV series.
I don’t bait greens only for fun. I do it because they’re public enemy number one
Easily the best thing that has happened to me recently was being called a warthog on TV by Charlie Brooker.
We on the Right have the best jokes because we accept that the world is a bowl of toenails
The phone rang last night, I picked it up and it was our friend Tania.
I ought not to be as wary of the police as I am. They have forgotten what they are for
On the posters in the Tube at the moment are these adverts for Argumental, which is the Dave channel’s first self-generated panel show.
Is it really a six-figure salary? Only, this time last year it wouldn’t have seemed worth it, but now it’s looking almost as attractive as a job in the public sector.
Did you know that in 1970s and 1980s Yorkshire there were death squads of heavily armed policemen whose job it was to assassinate anyone who got too close — be he witness, investigating officer, or informer — to unmasking their mysterious bosses’ sinister web of lies, deceit, corruption, betrayal, wife beating, torture and serial killing? No, I didn’t either.
Jeremy Paxman has a dark secret: in real life he’s an absolute kitten.
James Delingpole talks to Jonah Goldberg about his book on the affinities between the modern Left and the totalitarian movements of the 20th century
Iran And The West (BBC2, Saturday); Terry Pratchett: Living With Alzheimer’s (BBC2, Wednesday)
I’m sorry, really I am, but I don’t love The Wire as much as I know I should.
On the eve of Barack Obama’s inauguration, James Delingpole says that the President-elect is horribly reminiscent of Tony Blair in 1997. He may be a fantastic guy, and look great, but he will bring a ragbag of scuzzballs, communists and eco-loons to power with him
The Real Sir Alan Sugar (BBC2, Sunday); Million Dollar Traders (BBC2, Monday)