Society

The Office for National Statistics has updated its basket of goods that it uses to measure inflation, and has added some amusingly middle class items in, including sweet potatoes, liver and melons. Even better is the addition of ‘speciality beer/ale, bottled’ because of the ‘increase in expenditure and shelf space’ devoted to craft beer, and protein powder, a new item that ‘represents a distinct and growing sector not previously covered within the class’. Does this mean that Britain is becoming a nation of hipster gym bores who alternately boast about their interesting choice in bottled beer that has a kooky label (but that might still be a processed product rather than

One of the questions I most often get asked is: ‘What can I do?’  If you agree that actual liberals are the only palatable future in authoritarian societies and also recognise that they are a beleaguered minority, is there anything you can meaningfully do to help? Western governments are generally too busy doing business with authoritarian governments to focus on actual human rights abuses.  Meanwhile many groups at home which claim to care about human rights around the world are too busy attacking the world’s only democracies or defending extremists to have much time left for the real fight. But I have recently been introduced to an initiative which stands

Thank God for Dolce and Gabbana. Where other fashion designers play with their image like Mr Benn, the children’s character who adopts a different persona every time he changes his hat, they have a remarkably consistent – for fashion – way of looking at the world. It’s about family, the kind of families they had, of the Italian/Sicilian Catholic variety. So, their beautiful – and I mean really beautiful, not just freaky, unlike some – models are placed in the context of grannies, grandads, picturesque peasants and children – occasionally in first communion outfits. Their last show, which the fashion press loved, brought the house down at the end, when

The most recent test of competitors’ skill, wit and ingenuity called for acrostics in the style of a well-known poet, where the first letters of each line spell out the poet’s name. This turned out to be a challenge of unprecedented popularity. Entries came pouring in from regulars and newcomers alike. The poets chosen ranged from Virgil, Sappho and Basho to Spike Milligan and Pam Ayres. Wordsworth, Eliot and Larkin cropped up a lot but John Betjeman was the top choice. Bill Greenwell was on fine form. I was impressed by both his take on Billy Collins’s poem ‘Forgetfulness’ and by his Spenserian stanza in the manner of Wendy Cope

It seems that the laughably misnamed ‘Islamic Human Rights Commission’ did not like my last piece. Indeed the Khomeinist organisation has written to complain to my editor.  Here is their letter: Dear Sir, I note that Douglas Murray’s article published on your website yesterday has several points of concern. Most pressing is the fact that he suggests that the charity wing of IHRC organised the Islamophobia Awards. You are providing your readers will [sic] false information as this is not the case. I trust you will therefore make the correction immediately by removing all references to IHRC as a charity in the context of this article, which is all about the