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Susanna Gross

Bridge | 2 November 2017

Call me middle-aged, but the days when I enjoyed playing bridge all night are long gone — which is why I opted out of last weekend’s 24-hour marathon at the Young Chelsea Bridge Club. Thankfully, 27 brave pairs did play, starting at midday on Saturday, and ending at midday on Sunday (without a break). By all accounts, no one struggled — apart from poor David Muller, who had heroically offered to direct. Without the stimulation of playing, he fell asleep at his desk a few times — meaning the usual cry of ‘Director!’, became a crescendo of cries: ‘Director! Director! Director!!’. Four of the ‘pairs’ chose to enter as a

Raymond Keene

Chigorin lives

Nigel Short, who challenged Garry Kasparov for the world title in 1993, has made a reputation for employing slightly offbeat openings in order to derail opponents who are unused to non-standard situations. As part of his repertoire, Short has a penchant for the ancient Chigorin Defence, and has even employed a version of this in a game against Kasparov himself. Earlier this month Short triumphed handsomely in the Negros Open in the Philippines, taking first prize with 8 points from 9, well clear of the runners-up, Karen Grigoryan and Nguyen Duc Hoa, who finished on 7. In round one, Short wheeled out the Chigorin to great effect. Fronda–Short: Negros Open,

Raymond Keene

no. 481

White to play. This position is a variation from Bologan-Short, Crete 2017. How can White now penalise Black for his overambition? Answers to me at The Spectator by Tuesday 7 November or via email to victoria@spectator.co.uk. There is a prize of £20 for the first correct answer out of a hat. Please include a postal address and allow six weeks for prize delivery. Last week’s solution 1 … Rd1+ Last week’s winner Tim Leeney, Hartfield, East Sussex

Lavatch

2334: Sweet variations

5 (hyphened) and 14 are types of 37. Remaining unclued lights are other types of 37, given in a form that is either 5 or 14. Unchecked and cross-checking letters in all unclued answers could give: GAPES INDECENTLY— A GOOEY MEAL. Ignore two accents in the completed grid.   Across 1  Check’s omitted in alcohol range (8) 8  Paint base on pen (4) 11  Man’s roughly northern (5) 13  250 farm animals in poem (7) 15  Battle about university sell-off (7) 17  A princess in opera? (4) 18  Why Doctor Who’s ordinary (5, two words) 19  Reserve fish, bagging pounds from the freezer? (7, hyphened) 23  Reasons I amended rubbings

Jake Wallis Simons Jake Wallis Simons

Carles Puigdemont’s descent into mockery is complete

It was the question that many journalists were asking: what had become of Mrs Puigdemont and the two little Puigdemonts? Well, yesterday afternoon we found out. After a bit of elementary detective work, we photographed her driving home with her two children in the car. In other words, doing the school run. Now, Marcela Topor – she uses her maiden name – has long stood four-square behind her husband in his quixotic battle for independence. For all we know, she could have no objection to him leaving her holding the babies (she did not respond to my request for an interview). But as I caught sight of the harassed expression

John Crace

The making of the Maybot

I first christened Theresa May ‘The Maybot’ after an interview she had given on a trade mission to India in November last year. Even by her own low standards it was a car crash. ‘Have you made any plans for a Brexit transitional deal?’ inquired a Sky News reporter. Whirr. Clunk. Clang. The Maybot’s eyes rotated into life. ‘I’m focusing on delivering Article 50,’ she replied, unable to prevent herself from answering an entirely different question. Inside the Maybot, the last shards of the real Theresa were fighting to get out. She was not a number. Especially not 350 million. She was a person in her own right. She did

The Spectator

to 2331: Anagrams

The suggested words were ESTER (1), REEST (20), TERSE (24), TREES (43), TERES (6D), RESET (9), TEERS (23), STERE (30) and STEER (36). EERST (in the ninth row) was to be shaded. First prize John Newell, Kingston-upon-Thames, Surrey Runners-up S.C. Daneff, London SW18; Roger Baresel, London SW7

Martin Vander Weyer Martin Vander Weyer

The interest rate rise is a tiptoe back towards the economic normality we have almost forgotten

There are occasions when an apparently negative economic indicator is also in some sense positive. September’s 9 per cent drop in new car registrations compared with the same month last year was no bad thing if it means fewer people are loading themselves up with debt to buy cars — and won’t hurt British car factories that are part of a global supply chain. Likewise, falling London house prices may carry a negative message about international confidence in the UK, but will help London workers to buy homes. And a quarter-point interest rate rise may look like a sign of concern at the Bank of England and a worry for

Ross Clark Ross Clark

Why can’t the Bank of England admit it was wrong to cut interest rates?

It took all of five minutes for news of the Bank of England’s first rise in base rate for over a decade to be blamed on Brexit. The Guardian’s live blog, for example, suggested that the rise was ‘to prevent the cost of goods bought in the UK from spiralling further’, following the fall in sterling. Well no, actually. The explanatory notes from the Monetary Policy Committee (MPC) explain that it voted 7-2 to raise rates because the slack in the UK economy has fallen. With unemployment at a 40 year low, it fears that inflation could run ahead of itself unless dampened by an interest rate rise. The inflationary

Fraser Nelson Fraser Nelson

The Bank of England has finally raised interest rates. More, please

Finally, interest rates are back on their way up. The Bank of England’s rise today – from 0.25 per cent to 0.5 per cent – is the first rise for 10 years and long overdue. Ever since the Brexit vote, there has been much hyperbole about the underperformance of the UK economy when in fact employment has soared to ever-greater highs and economic growth has steadily continued. There is no need for emergency interest rates, and hasn’t been for quite some time. There is pretty much no spare capacity left in the economy, we are at any sensible person’s definition of full employment. Mark Carney had allowed his Brexit gloom

Tom Goodenough Tom Goodenough

The Spectator podcast: The Sexual Reformation

On this week’s episode we look at the sexual reformation, Donald Trump’s ties with Russia and dining with Modigliani. First: in the wake of Michael Fallon’s resignation from the Cabinet last night, Westminster is awash with rumours of sexual wrongdoing. But while it’s good that victims of abuse are able to speak out, is something sinister happening beyond the current hysteria? That’s the question Lara Prendergast asks in her Spectator cover piece this week. She is joined on the podcast by Katy Balls and Douglas Murray, who also writes in the magazine on how sexual freedom has turned into sexual fear. He says: A new generation is being encouraged to redraw

Mette Leonard

Women need to free themselves from permanent victimhood

If there is one thing the reactions to the Harvey Weinstein accusations have confirmed, other than the common knowledge that human beings are corruptible and will sometimes try to exploit their position of superiority, it is feminism’s obsession with men in power. When confronted with Björk’s accusations of sexual harassment by Danish director Lars von Trier on the set of Dancer in the Dark, Trier’s producer, Peter Aalbæk, rejected the claim, maintaining that if anyone was to be made responsible for harassment it was the singer, who, he claimed, had been bossing the two men around. The online response to this male perspective on Björk as a dominant female was outraged

Lucy Vickery

A poem for Boris

In Competition No. 3022 you were invited to compose a safe poem that Boris Johnson could have on hand to quote from when out in the field. The recent kerfuffle caused by the Foreign Secretary’s murmured quotation of a few lines of Kipling’s poem ‘Mandalay’ during a visit to Shwedagon Pagoda in Myanmar led me to wonder whether it might be wise, given the ever-increasing number of no-go areas when it comes to subject matter, to challenge you to fashion an all-purpose poem unlikely to offend. Barbara Jones’s Blakean-flavoured entry — ‘And did my feet in foreign clime/ Trample on sensitivities?’ — caught my attention, as did Tim Raikes’s patter

Jonathan Ray Jonathan Ray

Wine Club 4 November

Gosh I love Gosset champagne! And having recently been in the enviable but liver-challenging position of researching a book on my favourite fizzes, I remain convinced that this oldest of all Champagne houses (est. 1584) is up there with the very best. Thanks to our partners, Mr. Wheeler, we are able to offer almost the entire Gosset range at the best possible price, including the yet-to-be-released Blanc de Noirs. The Gosset Grande Réserve Brut (1) is a blend of three vintages (2005, 2006 and 2007, I believe) and of three grapes (Chardonnay, Pinot Noir and Pinot Meunier, of course). It’s rich, creamy and toasty with ripe and dried red fruit,

Aidan Hartley

Wild life | 2 November 2017

Laikipia   Flying home across Laikipia’s ranchlands with Martin after a farmers’ meeting, I see the plateau dotted with cattle and elephants. Stretching away towards the north, it is all green after good rains. I think to myself that farming is hard enough without having to deal with toxic politics: will there be a drought, and what about the ticks, or foot-and-mouth disease; will your cattle get rustled, or flocks of quelea and hordes of zebra devour your crops? After months of politics in Kenya, the news comes in that Uhuru Kenyatta has been declared our president again. This comes as a great relief because most people in Kenya are

Rory Sutherland Rory Sutherland

The wisdom of the skies

It took a spate of air disasters in the late 1970s, in particular the Portland crash of United Airlines Flight 173, for aviation experts to pay attention to something called Crew Resource Management. This is a set of procedures first conceived by Nasa with the aim of minimising human error in flight. UA173 — where the pilots had spent so long fixated with a dodgy landing wheel that they failed to notice they’d run out of fuel — was one of a growing number of incidents in which disaster arose from failures in crew interaction. As with the Tenerife airport disaster and the Air Florida crash in 1982, there was

Jenny Coad

Dinner at Modigliani’s

When you arrive for dinner and your host is massaging a purple cauliflower, you know you’re in for an interesting evening. I am in a top-floor flat in Paris, which was once the domain of Amedeo Modigliani. The Italian artist was famous for his louche lifestyle — drink, drugs, women — but we know him best for those serene portraits with empty eyes. He died of tubercular meningitis in this very flat at the age of 35. His ghost doesn’t stalk the rooms, though, and no sketches were found beneath the floorboards — much to our hosts’ disappointment. They are Nicolas and Monia Derrstroff, a chef and journalist, who host evenings in their

Bruce Anderson

Unbridled delight

An artist ought to draw on broad human sympathies and an intense commitment to his craft. In both respects, Charles Church qualifies. As a youngster, he set off for art school, in search of instruction, and found it: a worthless curriculum. There was no copying of Old Master drawings (no drawing of any kind), no still lifes, no painting from the nude: no attempt to hold the youngsters’ noses to the grindstone of technique. He could have majored in acrylic, self-expression and pretentiousness. He could have qualified himself to be a court painter for Charles Saatchi and a future rival to Gilbert & George. Instead, he spurned meretriciousness and fled

Douglas Murray

Blurred lines

We are in the middle of a profound shift in our attitude towards sex. A sexual counter-revolution, if you will. And whereas the 1960s saw a freeing up of attitudes towards sex, pushing at boundaries, this counter-swing is turning sexual freedom into sexual fear, and nearly all sexual opportunities into a legalistic minefield. The rules are being redrawn with little idea of where the boundaries of this new sexual utopia will lie and less idea still of whether any sex will be allowed in the end. It is partly whipped along by the fact that each episode in the revolution is so grimly fascinating, and each has its own internal