2016 has been my annus mirabilis
What a great year this has been, what a good mood I’m in, why, it’s almost like being in love.…
Happiness is being a Mormon
Here we go again, my 40th Christmas column in a row, and it seems only two weeks ago that I…
Are white nationalists about to take over the US? Not bloody likely
Richard Spencer made the front page of the New York Times two days in a row last week, and earned…
Here’s what happened when I was mistaken for Donald Trump
New York If only my wordsmith friend Jeremy Clarke had been with me. What fun he’d have had with…
What really won it for Donald Trump was the slogan Black Lives Matter
New York The only thing worse than a sore loser, I suppose, is a sore winner, but thank God…
This election was the politically correct vs the politically incorrect
New York Americans have been to the polls. Everything is over but the shouting — by the loser, that is:…
We need another Eisenhower to bring an end to the madness in the Middle East
Sixty years ago this week all hell broke loose: Soviet tanks rumbled into Budapest and put down a nationalist uprising…
How London nearly killed me
I was not on the winning side of the debate, despite giving it the old college try. Thank god for…
Hillary Clinton has it all wrong on crime
New York Antonio Cromartie is one of the numerous professional and amateur athletes in America who now refuse to stand…
It's a lovely season to be in Manhattan – and a lousy decade
New York This is a good time to be in Manhattan, the weather’s perfect, the park and foliage still…
America is about to get its first female president
New York Back in the Big Bagel once again preparing for the greatest debate ever, one that will decide the…
Turning 80 is a disaster but it was a helluva party
Although my birthday was in August, I chose the rather melancholy autumnal moment of September to celebrate it — mourn…
A lyrical lament for a disappearing world
Sicily Under the watchful eye of Mount Etna the storied past of the island lies parched and yellowish, but…
The King of Clubs
El Morocco, lined in zebra-stripes and known as Elmo’s to New York insiders, was the ultimate in glamorous nightspots, says Taki
My prescription for a perfect Olympics
I’m jittery and fragile but free of plaster and in the dojo, slowly turning lean and muscular. Never listen to…
Who needs Pravda when you have the New York Times?
I have a question for you, dear readers: is it me, or is there no newspaper or network in America…
How I made my way to Grub Street — with little help from Nigel Dempster
Just about this time of year, 42 years ago, Dunhill’s of London, the famed tobacconist, had a bold idea. Its…
My newest crush is Morgan Lake – the perfect combination of grace, youth and beauty
OK sports fans, the Games are over, Uncle Sam and Britain hit pay dirt, and the prettiest girl of the…
A friend’s philanthropy put me in mind of my dad
An item in an American newspaper had me thinking of my father all last week. Old dad died 27 years…
Don’t tell me affluence and liberty are the scourge of the West
Gstaad ‘He flies through the air with the greatest of ease, that daring young man on the flying trapeze.’…
Baldies, Brexit and Boris
Gstaad What is it with these baldies? I turned on the television last week and watched as the identical…
A charity that stands out in an age of philanthropic overkill
Rosa Monckton is married to my old editor Dominic Lawson and they have two girls. Rosa was a close friend…
La France as I knew her n’existe plus
From my bedroom window I can see a little girl with blonde pigtails riding her bicycle round and round for…
In praise of Rhodesia
The Spectator readers’ party was as always a swell affair, with long-time subscribers politely mingling with ne’er-do-wells like myself, the…
My hero Nigel Farage told me the secret of Brexit success
I am trying to decide with some friends which is worse, English weather or English football. The former is improving…
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