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Henry Rymill

Mistletoe and wine

We recently asked the Spectator Wine Club’s six merchant partners for their festive wine picks.  Here are the 12 bottles they selected, along with links to purchase them: Esme Johnstone, fromvineyardsdirect.com — Le Reserve de Leoville Barton, St Julien, Bordeaux, 2004 – £18.95 per bottle Wonderfully rich claret that is drinking really well now. — Mas Belles Eaux ‘Les Coteau’, Languedoc, 2005 – £12.95 per bottle The best red wine to come out of the Languedoc for the last 5 years – rated 91 by Parker, which is an understatement. Perfect with beef, game, venison. Jason Yapp, Yapp Brothers — The Crémant de Limoux – £8.95 per bottle This is

James Forsyth James Forsyth

Pounded down

Peter Oborne has an important column this morning on just how seriously the option of printing more money is being taken by the Bank of England and the government. But what caught my eye is the fall in sterling that Oborne details: “This systematic debauchery of the country’s finances has caused sterling to collapse. In just three days this week — Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday — the pound fell by 4 per cent. It has now collapsed by an average of 23 per cent against rival currencies over the past 12 months. This fall is worse than the devaluation which followed Britain’s eviction from the Exchange Rate Mechanism under John

James Forsyth James Forsyth

Brown should go early for Labour’s sake but he won’t

Nearly everyone in Westminster says the same thing when you ask them if there will be an election early in 2009: Brown should call one but he won’t. The thinking goes that the worst probable result for Labour early next year is a narrow Tory majority and the best one is Labour as the largest party in the Commons. By contrast in 2010, Labour could get absolutely shell-shacked. The new YouGov poll today has Labour no longer rising in the polls, it is steady on 35 while the Tories are up one to 42—Jonathan Isaby thinks that this trend is enough to see off the prospect of an early election.

James Forsyth James Forsyth

The faith of Obama: a secular messiah

This Christmas is the last occasion when Barack Obama will have time to reflect and think at his own pace for the next four, and probably eight, years. It offers him a brief gap between the crazed schedule of the campaign — last year he was campaigning on Boxing Day — and the pressures of the presidency. As Obama relaxes in his native Hawaii, he will be preparing for a job that will make the challenges of the campaign insignificant in comparison. After he takes the Oath of Office he will find himself in the unique position of being both the most powerful man on earth and at the mercy

Theodore Dalrymple

Global Warning | 20 December 2008

To a hammer everything is a nail, and to a doctor everything is a symptom. I was recently in a supermarket in a handsome and as yet unspoilt town in the west of England where, as my wife observed (being French and therefore a close observer of the English in all their guises), every woman over the age of 50 looked and spoke as if she had stepped from the pages of a novel by Barbara Pym. I looked at the purchases of the man in front of me. The man himself, clearly not of the lowest social echelon, dressed in green country tweedery, was only in his late thirties,

Fraser Nelson Fraser Nelson

Politics | 20 December 2008

Judging the Threadneedle/Spectator Parliamentarian of the Year awards is far from an onerous task. There are two splendid lunches, plenty of wine, first-rate gossip and more than a little argument. The deliberations are secret, but I can perhaps share with you an unexpected debate that took place when we were deciding who to name as Politician of the Year. Boris Johnson emerged a clear and deserving winner. But en route, as we pondered our options, another candidate, nominated for serious consideration, was Gordon Brown. There were a few objections around the table, to put it mildly, mainly along the lines that Mr Brown is a deplorable villain. It is safe

Tamzin Lightwater

Tamzin Lightwater looks back on 2008

January 2008 Jacqui Smith nips out for a kebab in a bid to look Modern, but stupidly reveals that she’s scared of being stabbed. This gives us an idea and we begin arranging similar outings for Dave on the mean streets of North Kensington where he is snapped in a variety of Ordinary places including the late night Spar (the food shop, not the Thai massage place on the corner, obviously). As Northern Rock goes wrong I predict recession — not bad for a girl! February Fly-on-the-wall documentary revealing how Dave eats breakfast only gets mixed reviews. Undaunted, we begin the now legendary process of finessing our historic commitment to

The Spectator

Humbug

‘What’s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, and not an hour richer; a time for balancing your books and having every item in ’em through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? If I could work my will… every idiot who goes about with “Merry Christmas” on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!’ Scrooge’s memorable outburst to his nephew will strike a deeper chord than usual this year. As the recession bites, and its depth and probable duration become

Matthew Parris Matthew Parris

Another Voice | 20 December 2008

A splendid Spectator 180th anniversary issue was published this year. Along with many readers, I fell upon a treasury of previously published columns: a selection of examples through the magazine’s history of the wit, erudition and style of contributors since 1828. We found pieces by Graham Greene, John Buchan and Bernard Levin; letters from George Orwell, Winston Churchill and Nancy Mitford; and reviews from Kingsley Amis and Lord David Cecil. Hand poised above the tub, the reader could plunge into this lucky dip for a miscellany of prizes. But there was a fair measure of sawdust awaiting him too. Not every column was as sparkling as the next. Not every

Martin Vander Weyer Martin Vander Weyer

Any Other Business | 20 December 2008

A hot new brand, a better train service and a kinder role model for harsh times Here in Old Queen Street, we have (in our editor’s eloquent phrase) said pants to recession by launching a fistful of ‘brand extensions’ this year: our Australian edition, our online Book Club, and the soaraway monthly Spectator Business. Even in the teeth of recession, there are other potent brands out there waiting to be exploited, and the next one I’ve got my eye on is the Bullingdon Club. This Oxford University bad-boys elite, boasting David Cameron, George Osborne and Boris Johnson among its former members, has emerged this year as the new nexus of

David Wilbourne

Thought for the day

‘Behold, I bring good news for all the people,’ the Christmas angel reassures the shepherds. Given that ‘all the people’ includes capitalists, has the Church a gospel for them, other than ‘Don’t be’? Christianity’s down on capitalism surely stems from Christ. His impoverished birth in a stable sets the stamp on a life where market stalls are overturned, outcasts befriended, the poor championed, the powerful humbled. In dying a death reserved for the lowest of the low, Christ ends as he began: consistently setting his face against wealth and privilege. Yet restricting Christ to a Che Guevara role fails to do justice to his sheer breadth. His parables invariably feature

Richard Northedge

Investment

Next year will be a good one for anniversaries. A century since Lloyd George’s People’s Budget, 60 years since Attlee’s devaluation, 25 since inflation swept away the ha’penny coin and £1 note. And it’s the golden jubilee of the reverse yield gap. Yet the reverse yield gap will not be present at its own celebrations. This pillar that has supported the basis of equity investment for the past half-century has suddenly disappeared. Since 1959, shares have consistently yielded less than gilt-edged stocks. But now it is government bonds that are again paying the higher return. The reverse yield gap has reversed. Until that day 50 years ago, when Cliff Richard

Roger Alton Roger Alton

Spectator sport | 20 December 2008

Without the hysteria-inducing presence of a World Cup, 2008 has been a year in which countless other major and minor sports have flourished. It has been a year of immense sporting achievement — thrills, excitements and real courage, with a series of ‘That Was the Best Ever…’ moments hurtling by, one after the other, like dominoes. I can’t think of a year like it. And the key to it all, the glory of great sport, is that you just didn’t have a clue what was going to happen from one minute to the next. When Sean Connery was asked if anything made him cry, he replied ‘Athletics’. And you can

Lucy Vickery

Competition | 20 December 2008

In Competition No. 2575 you were invited to submit a carol entitled ‘The Last Noel’. Noel for me generally goes like this: I make a brief, half-hearted stand against the evils of what now passes for Christmas and then succumb, with abandon, to avarice, gluttony and sloth. By the time I’d finished reading the entry, which ranged from the grim to the apocalyptic, any feelings of bah, humbuggery that I may have been nursing had been swept aside and I found myself overwhelmed by appreciation for Christmases past. Commendations to Alan Millard, Mae Scanlan, Alanna Blake and John Samson. The winners, printed below, get £25 each and the bonus fiver

Aidan Hartley

Wild life | 20 December 2008

Africa I found the former President of Sierra Leone sitting beneath a mango tree outside Freetown. Valentine Strasser wore ragged shorts and nothing else, not even shoes. Sweat streamed down his face like tears. He sipped palm wine from a dirty plastic mug and since it was still morning he was not yet very drunk. He growled, ‘Do you have an appointment?’ ‘No,’ I replied, ‘but I do have a bottle of Jack Daniels.’ I wished to meet Strasser because his story was different. Only in 1990 did the first president in Africa’s independent history concede defeat in an election. Today most of Africa is supposedly democratic. Many people still

Friday

Alex Massie Alex Massie

Cricket Fans Reluctant to Embrace “Modern” Game; Insist Old Ways Best.

As a member of the English cricket team’s supporters club (vital for snaring Ashes tickets next summer) I was pleased to receive this email from the ECB today: ‘Tests are best’ say fans – We received a fantastic nearly 3,000 responses to the recent online TwelfthMan survey where, amongst many other things, you indicated that although you love the razzmatazz and big-hitting of the Twenty20 game, Test cricket still gets the majority vote – a staggering 94% of you in fact. Full survey results will be with you in the new year. Thanks to all who took part as it really does help us at ECB understand the game from

Alex Massie Alex Massie

The Cruiser Goes Down

Conor Cruise O’Brien’s death, at 91, comes as a jolt. By the end, the Cruiser was something of a reactionary (his hostility to nationalism had led him to embrace Bob Macartney’s UK Unionist Party) but that shouldn’t detract from his achievements as a historian (especially his books on Parnell and Burke), journalist and public intellectual. Most of all, however, his death reminds one of how completely Ireland has changed in the past 20 years. The Cruiser’s battles with Charlie Haughey (he was right about Haughey years before the full extent of the former Taoiseach’s crookedness became widely apparent) and his fulminations on the national question have a certain antiquated feel

Alex Massie Alex Massie

Rick Warren Goes to Washington

Well, you wouldn’t expect Christopher Hitchens to be impressed by Barack Obamas decision to ask Rick Warren to give the invocation at the new President’s inauguration, would you? Sure enough, he’s not pleased: A president may by all means use his office to gain re-election, to shore up his existing base, or to attract a new one. But the day of his inauguration is not one of the days on which he should be doing that. It is an event that belongs principally to the voters and to their descendants, who are called to see that a long tradition of peaceful transition is cheerfully upheld, even in those years when

Alex Massie Alex Massie

Tartan Blogging

A reader notices an absence of blogging on the subject and asks: “What’s happening in Scotland?” Answer: Bugger all.

Alex Massie Alex Massie

Why don’t you just cancel the bus service?

It’s good to see that not every sector of the economy is knee-capped by the “credit crunch”. So hurrah for NHS Lothian who are advertising this exciting opportunity: Job Title: Health Promotion Specialist: Physical Activity (Walking, City of Edinburgh) Band 5: £20,225 – £26,123 per annum Fixed Term – 3 Year Contract Ref: CO/AL/094 An exciting and challenging opportunity has arisen to take forward work in Partnership with City of Edinbrugh Council and Paths to Health to increase physical activity levels of whose who live and work in Edinburgh through walking. You will establish good working relationships with NHS Lothian, City of Edinburgh Council, Paths to Health and partner agencies