Where are the politicians who dare to be different?
Our ducks are back. Two wild mallard have spent the last five springs on the brook which gurgles past us…
Old establishment New establishment Order of the Garter BBC Sports Personality of the Year Parliament’s Woolsack The Supreme Court…
Parliament-watchers discern plenty about your political leanings from where you park your posterior
Meet the lifelong Labour voters who are turning to the Tories
Irritations of the year
From Lord Sewel to – let’s not be sexist – Sally Bercow, there’s life in the old rogue yet
Quentin Letts’s Diary: An apology to the BBC journos who, thanks to me, are being sent away for re-education
First, an apology. Thanks to me, all journalists at BBC Radio’s ethics and religion division are being sent for indoctrination…
I know just the man my parish church needs. Unfortunately he’s Catholic – and fictional
The charming little airport that ruins thousands of skiing holidays
In praise of hymn-singing
The week starts with a bang — literally — when my 1986 Land-Rover explodes, mid-gear change: CLANK and the exhaust…
What the EU president should have said in his 'State of the Union' address
How to sound confident when the conversation turns to financial magic
Sir Jeremy Heywood is the man who really runs the country
A manifesto for the BBC’s top job
Dear Father Christmas, please fill my stocking with the following goodies: A referendum on Britain’s future in Europe… Or,…
Nine years ago we moved to Herefordshire from Gloucestershire, where lovely Jilly Cooper was a neighbour. There is less bedhopping…
Preserving your street cred during the royal wedding
A mad, muscular Sally Bercow cavorts on the Commons chair, diminutive husband on her knee, his features impish.
How to become an expert in time for your dinner party
The Christmas sermon that your vicar might prefer to deliver
My wife, a keen gardener, has a cold-frame forcing pen. It contains privileged seedlings which, thus sheltered, are hardened off before planting. These are the star blooms of seasons to come.
Peter Hitchens writes a stern column most weeks in the Mail on Sunday.
Quentin Letts opens his diary