What takes my breath away is the sheer anger of the comments under my articles
Should I have forced myself to accept a diseased prisoner’s licked spoon?
Incredibly, nobody has yet punched me in the nose over what I have written in a review
Welcome to the Kindergarchy
Sean left strict orders: if he was kidnapped, I was to be kept away from the region
I would take pleasure in driving a Chelsea tractor to the shop to buy a pint of milk
If I try to take Manhattan again, I’ll fail completely. Perfect!
Did my wife really mean it when she said I didn’t have to be present at the birth?
Clarkson and Monbiot are the same: they are just being true to themselves
My other life as a killer on the run with my lover comes to an end in Tennessee
I never thought I’d claim I was quoted ‘out of context’ — until I went to Cannes
My wife and I have ended up as stay-at-home parents — with a part-time child
I managed to crash the Vanity Fair Oscars party – but not Boris’s victory do
Boris has played me like a violin twice in my life — even appealing to my conscience
Machiavelli’s The Prince is by far the most useful guide to parenting
In which my efforts to be a defender of the weak against criminals go awry
Pitching television programmes is like wining and dining a gorgeous blonde
Spending time with my children makes me appreciate my wife. How does she stand them?
I was wrong about Acton. It is by far the most affluent place I have ever lived
My cycling accident proves my point that road users rely on their ears. We need to be noisier
Disaster strikes as the scales finally fall from American eyes: not all Brits are gentlemen
Now I can't even claim that my play was panned by the press because I was a critic
I can’t afford to send my children to private school — and I’m relishing the cachet
A high-status Mr Toad lookalike like me is bound to produce more sons than daughters
Where is the next generation of Toby Youngs? It’s my turn to dismiss their drivel