Ah, what it is to have the gift of self-awareness, and how we pity those without it.
I wonder what happened to Edward Nkoloso? And, for that matter, the pouting, pneumatic Ms Matha Mwamba? They were last heard of in the early winter of 1964, when reporters descended upon a disused farmhouse on the outskirts of Lusaka to watch the intensive preparations for the exciting Zambian space programme.
Which do you prefer as a leisure pursuit — taking ecstasy or riding on a horse? I have done both and am slightly inclined towards the former, although not by much.
Sunday was a fairly dismal time for me, as a kid — and indeed for our dog, Skipper.
When you have guests over for dinner — Tuscan lamb with truffled polenta, perhaps, followed by pear tarte tatin — at what time do you raise your hand, or bang a knife upon a glass and say.
There was a stupid woman on the television news the other night, interviewed the day after she and her family had arrived for their holiday in — yes — Tunisia.
The Chinese are doing their panda thing again, buying international goodwill by depositing one of these doomed and slightly sinister creatures with any country which might otherwise have an objection to their foreign or domestic policy.
Last time I looked, my online petition was not generating the support I had expected.
I hope you are looking forward to the tsunami of industrial effluent which is coming your way in the first quarter of the new year.
It’s jolly nice to be proved right about everything
The kids are all asleep, the wife is in bed reading feminist propaganda, from outside in the darkness I hear the shocked keewick of a Little Owl.
What colour are hobbits, do you suppose?
My problem with condoms was always a very different confusion from that which apparently afflicts the Pope.
‘Crap! Robin Hood Airport is closed. You’ve got a week and a bit to get your shit together, otherwise I’m blowing the airport sky high.’ — Paul Chambers, on Twitter. ‘Can someone please stone Yasmin Alibhai-Brown to death. I shan’t tell Amnesty if you don’t. It would be a blessing.’ — Gareth Compton, on Twitter.
I suppose I am past the point in life where, as Gore Vidal put it, litigation takes the place of sex.
It is time we started a campaign to free the Meedhuffushi One, a victim of government persecution.
The guitarist Keith Richards is perhaps most famous for having constructed a short and very simple rhythmic musical phrase, over the top of which his colleague Mick Jagger expressed an increasing irritation at being unable to acquire, in both general and specific terms, any kind of ‘satisfaction’ — despite, as he proceeded to explain, repeatedly attempting to do so.
Tensions between Islamists and the far right are building all over Europe – and coming to a head in Amsterdam, where the rabble-rousing Geert Wilders will stand trial next week
David Davis is the ghost at the coalition’s feast
There is a view, prevalent among a sizeable minority of people in this country, and particularly within the angry, fat…
Can I ask a small favour of you? Nothing too onerous, just something you might usefully store away at the back of your memory.
Rod Liddle on the incredible speed with which our Prime Ministerforgets the sweeping promises he makes to the people
The outrage against Mary Bale is ineffably stupid, says Rod Liddle. We would be better off ignoring people who go online to vent their idiotic anger
Rod Liddle says that the battle over the Islamic cultural centre mirrors the tortuous debate we’ve all endured for nearly a decade
It is obvious that local authorities have far too much money, says Rod Liddle. Why else would they pay for people who may or may not be disabled to go on sex trips abroad?