Society

Rod Liddle

What I did on International Women’s Day

It was International Women’s Day on Wednesday of this last week. The Guardian had enjoined its readers to send in reports of what they had done to advance the struggle, or how they had been in some way oppressed by men — perhaps raped, or talked to as if they were stupid, or looked at a little coldly when they squirted breast milk over fellow diners at The Ivy. I tried to think of something I had done for the cause but came up short, sad to say. So instead I tried to show solidarity by spending a substantial amount of International Women’s Day looking at a photograph of Emma

Rod Liddle

Sleaford Mods: English Tapas

It’s all beginning to wear very thin indeed. Ten years ago this already addled Nottinghamshire duo captured the attention with bellowed, caustic and often astute observations delivered in an ur-rap monotone above cheapo punky laptop beats. The message then, humorously enough, was: everything is shit. Total shit. You’re shit, I’m shit, the country’s shit. This briefly entertaining and frequently obscene working-class nihilism was gratefully received by a music press that, desperately looking for something ‘edgy’, found itself confronted by the mimsy and anodyne public-school folk of Mumford & Sons and Stornoway and Laura Marling. Fair enough: it was, for a while, enlivening and a certain kind of antidote. But, you

How to make drugs boring

Bill Blair, the former police chief of Toronto, slides into his restaurant chair and twinkles at the waitress. He’s 6ft 6in, white-haired now but perky. Bill has 120 years of policing behind him. He, his father and his grandfather all served 40 years in the force. Now he’s an MP and he’s legalising cannabis in Canada. The restaurant has been here since early in Bill’s father’s time on the beat. It claims to have invented the bacon cheeseburger. We sit round a plastic-topped table and Bill tells me how he ended up pushing drug reform. ‘When I left the force all three political parties wanted me to run for office.

Mark making

In Competition No. 2988 you were invited to compose a poem making the case for a national commemoration day for a person or thing of your choice.   While Alanna Blake championed the dandelion, there were also impassioned calls for days that high-five Thomas Crapper, Doris Day and the tent. I, for one, would happily celebrate a Tom Waits day with Adrian Fry. The winners below take £25 each. Bill Greenwell pockets £30.   Bring us the day of the dodo, The day of the passenger pigeon, That their memories never corrode, oh Let’s cheer them, and more than a smidgen: Let’s praise those whose very long luck Receded to

RIP Luis Dominguez, the man who invented the Speccie luncheon

Luis Dominguez was born in the UK to the family of an Argentine diplomat and spent most of his childhood in the US, having relocated there during World War II.  I first met him at Portsmouth Priory, a small boarding school in Rhode Island, not far from Newport. My memory is of him dressed in whites for the tennis team. My next crossing of Luis’s trail was at Rollins, a small college in Winter Park, Florida. Here he was once again dressed in whites as leader of the triumphant tennis team. After graduation, we met in New York for lunch at the Racquet and Tennis Club. Luis worked for House

Tom Goodenough

As it happened: Philip Hammond’s first – and final – spring Budget

Philip Hammond has finished his Budget announcement. The stand out points? £2bn in funding for social care – although only half will come in the next year; money for new schools; help for businesses – including pubs – that will be hit hardest by the business rates hike. There’s only one policy which will grab the headlines tomorrow, though: the broken manifesto pledge made by the Tories not to hike National Insurance contributions. Instead, Hammond announced that Britain’s five million self-employed workers will see the rates they pay jump by two per cent over the coming years. Follow all the coverage as it happened on our Spectator live blog: 1.35pm: Jeremy

Isabel Hardman

Surrey Council’s ‘gentlemen’s agreement’ undermines ministers’ social care strategy

On the eve of the Budget, the row about whether ministers struck a ‘sweetheart deal’ with Surrey Council on social care funding to stop the local authority from having to hold a referendum on raising council tax has blown up again. BBC Surrey has recorded extracts of a meeting between council leader David Hodge and colleagues in which he talks of a ‘gentlemen’s agreement’ that was struck with Sajid Javid. The councillor claims that such agreements often take place in the Conservative party. This is particularly unhelpful for ministers if they are planning to tell councils to buck their ideas up about social care, as they seem to be preparing

Brendan O’Neill

Jenni Murray isn’t a bigot – she’s a victim of bigotry

It’s a curiosity of the 21st century that there is no one quite as bigoted as the person who screams ‘bigot!’ all the time. More often than not, those who casually brand as bigots anyone who has the temerity to hold a different point of view to theirs are the ones behaving with bigotry. Consider the stink over Jenni Murray’s comments on trans women. Murray is being demonised as a bigot, as a daft, obtuse ‘transphobe’, for saying trans women aren’t real women. But it’s her accusers who are the bigots; it’s their petitioning for Murray to be sacked and silenced that is the true bigotry. Murray is a victim

Isabel Hardman

Is anyone brave enough to fix social care?

Social care is in crisis. Everyone knows that – or at least likes to say so to sound well-informed. It is Westminster’s latest trendy crisis – rich with case studies of elderly people trapped in hospital for weeks, or trapped in their beds at home with one flying fifteen minute visit a day in which a carer has to choose whether to bathe that elderly person or take them to the toilet. It is now a comfort blanket topic for Jeremy Corbyn to retreat to at Prime Minister’s Questions whenever he has run out of other things to ask Theresa May about. But is anyone doing anything about this crisis,

UK house price growth slows to its lowest pace since 2013

As a nation, we obsess. We obsess about the weather, taxes, the state of the roads, death and the cost of milk. I could go on. And there’s one other thing uppermost in our minds: house prices. I’ve lived in the same place for six years but I still can’t pass an estate agent without glancing in the window. I keep a close eye on house prices in my local area – are they, up, down, static – and I regularly calculate the amount of equity in my property. Yet I have no intention of moving. I’m not alone in all this, which goes some way to explain why house

Think you’d better leave right now? Living with mum and dad

It’s an increasingly familiar scenario: grown-up children moving out of rented accommodation and back into the family home as they save for their first property. For some, the idea of coming together under one roof again conjures the return of family movie nights and getting to know your loved ones afresh. For others, it will be a case of making the best of living in a familial and financial pressure cooker.   So, what are the ground rules for parents and grown-up children thrown together again, and what are the best ways parents can accelerate the moving out date?  To live harmoniously, charity Family Lives suggests agreeing upfront that the ‘child’

Theo Hobson

Islam – unlike Christianity – refuses to see virtue in secularism

There was a good programme last week on Channel 4 about Muslims looking for love, or at least marriage. It was called ‘Extremely British Muslims’, and it did indeed show us some young Muslims who were very much like anyone else. But it was also a reminder that many Muslims have a deep-seated assumption about religion and secularism that the rest of don’t. Lots of these young Muslims, though not very religious, saw it as their duty to become more religious as they grew up and settled down. Religion, for them, was an essential part of becoming responsible, civic-minded, family-minded, and about putting away youthful selfishness. And – the other side of the

Customers will bear the brunt of BT’s Champions League deal

As a Newcastle United fan, fretting whether my team will make it to the Champions League isn’t something I am burdened with on a regular basis. If it was, I might be tempted to pay for BT Sport. If that was the case, however, I’d be among the 10 million people who, from April 2, will have to shell out more to watch their football teams chase European glory. For people who have BT broadband but watch BT Sport through a Sky box, they will be landed with a rise of £1.50 per month to £7.50 on April 2. And non-BT broadband customers who watch BT Sport with a Sky box will see prices increase

Stephen Daisley

People of faith are being driven from public life

‘They will hate you because of who I am,’ Jesus says in the Gospels. He forgot to add: ‘And the ones who don’t have a clue will point and laugh.’ It’s a lesson Carol Monaghan has learned abruptly. Monaghan is MP for Glasgow North West and a member of the Scottish National Party. A former science teacher, it’s fair to say she hasn’t grabbed the media spotlight in the way some of her colleagues have since entering Parliament in 2015. Still, she’s gone about her duties as an MP, seeing to the needs of her constituents, and serving on the Commons science and technology committee. This week, the TV cameras

Martin Vander Weyer

The joys of the Nokia 3310

I’m eager to order a Nokia 3310, the classic mobile phone of the millennium that was relaunched this week. The original was famed for its simple functions, unbreakable casing and ultra-long battery life; my earlier 3210 was just as good. I lost it on a coach trip 15 years ago and haven’t been truly happy since, having never learned to love my iPhone. But what’s more interesting about this revival is what it tells us about the turbulent evolution of the mobile device market, as well as the curious history of Nokia itself. Nokia is Finland’s contribution to corporate parable. Having started in 1865 as a smalltown wood-pulp mill, it diversified

James Delingpole

How refreshing to find the BBC doing its job instead of handwringing about Islamophobia

Here’s the bad news. One day you or someone like you will be shopping in a mall or enjoying a concert or about to catch a train when the first sudden, sharp crack will rend the air and your world will change forever. Around you, people will start to crumple and as the panic and horror finally dawn the screams will begin while the automatic rifle fire escalates and those still standing will begin to flee — but where to? If you run away from the gunfire you’re being herded into a trap. If you run towards it you’ll be shot, either killed immediately, or casually, later, as you lie

Melanie McDonagh

The ethical limits on embryo research are shifting

The notion of artificial life created in a lab – heralded today with the news that scientists at Cambridge have managed to combine two sets of mouse stem cells to start the process of embryo creation is mildly alarming, no? Shades of Aldous Huxley, Brave New World? These aren’t exactly embryos; a scientist friend prefers to call them embryoids, or proto-embryos, a bit like those brain-like organoids that can now be created to mimic the behaviour of actual brains. But it would seem that the Cambridge team may have come close to actual embryo creation; if it had added a third set of stem cells, the yolk, to sustain development,

James Forsyth

Why Hammond won’t be pulling rabbits out of hats on Budget day

Normally, the Saturday before a Chancellor’s first Budget would be dominated by discussion about their plans for the economy. But, as I say in The Sun this morning, Philip Hammond would rather not be delivering a Budget next week. He thinks it should be in the autumn, but he has one more Spring one to do before this shift can take place. This, as one Ministerial colleague observes, puts him in a unique position: ‘He’s the first Chancellor in history to play down his first Budget’. But then, Hammond is not a showman. He’s not interested in producing rabbits out of hats. He’s also cautious about Brexit. He might have

Toby Young

It’s never good news when I trend on Twitter. The Oscars was no exception

When Kingsley Amis won the Booker prize for The Old Devils in 1986, he said that he had previously thought of the Booker as a rather trivial, showbizzy sort of caper, but now considered it a very serious, reliable indication of literary merit. It was a joke, evidently. Indeed, when he said it during his acceptance speech he grinned from ear to ear, just to make it crystal clear that he was being ironic. But it didn’t do any good. In a BBC round-up of the events of the year, the presenter said that Amis had won the distinguished literary prize in spite of having previously disparaged it. This was