2715: Occidentals – solution
The unclued lights reveal the titles of six Westerns: 1A, 1D/38/26, 18/5/43, 20/11, 23 and 45/24. First prize Basia Jones, London WC1 Runners-up Michael Crapper, Whitchurch, Hants; Geoff Hollas, London W12

The unclued lights reveal the titles of six Westerns: 1A, 1D/38/26, 18/5/43, 20/11, 23 and 45/24. First prize Basia Jones, London WC1 Runners-up Michael Crapper, Whitchurch, Hants; Geoff Hollas, London W12
The Church of England’s abuse Redress Scheme was set up to help survivors of abuse, but a serious data breach last night led to the email addresses of dozens of survivors being unwittingly revealed. More than 180 people were openly copied into an email update about the project sent by a law firm tasked with administering the scheme. The Church of England has expressed ‘profound concern’ about what happened. These words offer little comfort to those caught up in this latest debacle. The Church of England has expressed ‘profound concern’ about what happened One survivor told The Spectator they had opened the message expecting long-awaited details on how the compensation programme would
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This week’s Book Club podcast marks the 80th anniversary this year of the publication of Brideshead Revisited. This conversation is from the archives, originally recorded in 2020 to mark its 75th anniversary. To discuss Evelyn Waugh’s great novel, Sam Leith is joined by literary critic and author Philip Hensher, and by the novelist’s grandson (and general editor of Oxford University Press’s complete Evelyn Waugh) Alexander Waugh. What made the novel so pivotal in Waugh’s career, what did it mean to the author and how did he revise it? And why have generations of readers, effectively, misread it?
Taylor Swift is engaged – and women the world over are rejoicing. Not merely because they care about Kansas City Chiefs tight end Travis Kelce or the Ralph Lauren shorts he wore at the proposal, but because, in a profound way, her story has become theirs. Swift is not just the world’s biggest pop star; she is the diarist of millennial womanhood. Her lyrics have chronicled the teenage daydreams, the disillusioned twenties, the bitterness of wasted years, and now, at last, the rediscovery of commitment. When she said ‘yes’, millions of women projected onto her their own longing for permanence – and their own disillusionment with the cultural script they
Like death and taxes, the second instalment of With Love, Meghan has come around again, sloughing into view to the usual chorus of disapproval and confusion. The news recently broke that Netflix has deigned to allow Harry ‘n’ Meghan another five years of deciding not to make their future projects. In light of that, this second series of the hitherto unloved show – filmed at the same time as the first – has been presented to a previously indifferent global public in the hope that it will distract from many of the unflattering and embarrassing stories about the Duke of Sussex that have proliferated this year. This is brand reinforcement,
There are dark whispers on the internet about Britain’s coming ‘race war’. The protests outside migrant hotels prove the ‘native English’ have had a gutful of these ‘invaders’, say nefarious actors on X. Others foresee a civil war: a showdown between a haughty left and a resurgent right over the very soul of the kingdom. I see something different: a class war. ‘Racists’, some shouted at the little people. Well, they’re uneducated oiks who like to wave the flag of their country – they must be racist, right? Okay, maybe not a ‘war’. It’s not the Russian Revolution, or even a rerun of the Battle of Orgreave. But the class
Every August Bank Holiday my neighbours in Notting Hill Gate pull down the shutters and disappear. Cornwall, Tuscany, anywhere but here. ‘You’re mad to come back for it’, they tell me. It is, of course, the Notting Hill Carnival. Does two million people celebrating together lose its value because a few hundred are arrested? I would argue not. I’ve been going for years. Mobile and bank card in my front jeans pocket. Earplugs, because the sound systems move your ribcage. I’ve never seen any trouble. Yes, it gets busy, yes, it’s crowded, but that’s the point. What I have seen is colour, joy and a city that remembers how to
Anyone who has looked at modern football and muttered ‘the game’s gone’ has a point. Nothing confirms this belief more than the obscene amounts of money and the hypocrisy surrounding the drawn out transfer saga of Newcastle United’s Alexander Isak. Liverpool fans think Newcastle are behaving badly by not selling them their best player, yet it was only a few months ago they were booing Trent Alexander-Arnold For those just catching up, the Swedish striker wants to leave Newcastle. Not surprisingly for someone who regularly scores 20 plus goals a season and helped the Geordies to their first trophy win in 70 years last season, they do not want him
Quietly, without even a press release let alone a fanfare, Britain over the past 12 months has just passed a grim milestone. The number of people on out of work benefits has surpassed the peak reached in the early 1990s. Indeed, it is higher now than it was at the peak of Covid-19 in 2020. There are now 6.5 million people living on out of work benefits Remember when unemployment of three million used to generate headlines every week, in the early 1980s and then again a decade later? Well, there are now 6.5 million people living on out of work benefits. Yet it hardly causes a ripple in the political
There’s an old saying that revenge is a dish best served cold. The late Virginia Giuffre has gone a step further by serving up her final helping of vengeance against Prince Andrew by publishing her sure-to-be-revelatory memoir, Nobody’s Girl, from beyond the grave this October. Giuffre collaborated with the American writer Amy Wallace on a 400-page book that is expected to divulge in no doubt excruciatingly painful and embarrassing detail, the various relationships that she had with the notorious likes of Jeffrey Epstein, Ghislaine Maxwell and – of course! – the Duke of York himself. Announcing the book, her publisher Knopf claimed that it would offer “intimate, disturbing, and heartbreaking new details
‘Mass deportation now, set fire to all the fucking hotels full of the bastards for all I care, while you’re at it take the treacherous government & politicians with them. I feel physically sick knowing what these families will now have to endure. If that makes me racist, so be it.’ Britain’s free-speech wars are going global Those 51 words earned Lucy Connolly – a babysitter from Northampton, in the East Midlands – the longest sentence ever handed down in the UK for a single social-media post. Last week, Connolly was released from prison, having served nine months of a 31-month term for “inciting racial hatred.” She will serve the
If I had to summarise, in a word, the mood of the nation in 2025, I’d probably plump for fraught. There is something in the air that I can’t quite recall having sniffed before, the kind of crackle that might be quite exciting or intriguing if you were standing a little bit further back from it, flicking through the pages of a history book, maybe. But it’s rather different to live through it. How quaint Britain’s big worries of the 1990s now seem People like me, and probably you, were socialised in a more stable and reliable world, where everyone and everything muddled along. So we find it very hard
The flag-raisings in towns and cities across the country are an inevitable consequence of elites’ seeming preference for every flag but England’s. High-status flags: Ukraine, Palestine, Pride. Low-status flags: Union Jack, St George’s Cross. It is possible, of course, to favour multiple flags. Although a Scot, I am quite partial to St George’s Cross, a simple emblem that stirs up a thousand years of English history – of blood and bravery, trial and triumph – in a crisp, snapping flutter of its folds. The Ukraine flag is the banner of a people who, rather than surrender their homeland, have chosen to fight to the death for it. However you feel
Most people deplore bad behaviour in public and gratuitous breaches of etiquette and manners on trains and buses. Few would disagree with comments made yesterday by the shadow transport secretary, Richard Holden, that ‘inconsiderate and obnoxious behaviour blights the lives of the travelling public’. Yet many, contrariwise, would disagree with his proposal to remedy this scourge, namely for ‘swift justice for those who make people’s lives a misery’ through on-the-spot fines. Under Holden’s plan to tackle the modern malaise of passengers having to ‘endure somebody else’s choice of crap music blasted through a speaker’, he wants to restore a railway bylaw – one that has fallen into abeyance – forbidding
The government is badly rattled on immigration. It knows that its perceived inability either to curb rampant asylum abuses or smartly deport those who ought not to be here amounts to an electoral threat. Over this Bank Holiday weekend the Home Office announced yet another scheme to deal with the matter. Currently anyone refused asylum or faced with removal can appeal to a court, namely the Immigration and Asylum division of the First-tier Tribunal, and from there (with permission) to another court, the Upper Tribunal. Even the first appeal can take over a year; and since, with a few exceptions, a person cannot be removed while an appeal is pending,
Angela Rayner, it’s reported, has bought a ‘third home’. The three-bedroom seaside flat on the south coast that she has just acquired for a sum slightly more than £700,000 adds, the Mail on Sunday reports excitedly, to her ‘burgeoning property empire’. Pre-burgeoning, be it noted, her property empire consisted of a single house in her constituency of Ashton-under-Lyne. The Candy Brothers, even post-burgeoning, she is not. Papers get to call it a ‘third home’ because she has the use of a ministerial apartment – ‘grace and favour’, obviously, to make it sound extra posh – in Westminster, but she’s not exactly going to be flipping the place in Admiralty House
‘Are you ready?’ a kind but optimistic friend asked me a few weeks ago with a look of genuine concern. But I am not on the verge of moving house, getting married, starting a new job or having a baby, all of which might have merited her anxiety. Instead, my friend was cautioning me to prepare for the scrutiny involved in publishing a book. The analogy is often made between childbirth and the moment of a book’s emergence into the world after a period of largely private gestation. But the unconditional applause given to the parents of a much longed-for newborn, wrapped in a soft blanket, is not guaranteed for
Fertility rates in Britain are in freefall. The average number of children per woman is now 1.44, the lowest in recorded history. Among millennials, childlessness at 30 is no longer unusual but expected: half of UK women born in 1990 were still childless by that age, twice the rate of their mothers. Many couples will eventually have children, but later and fewer. We’re heading for a future without enough young people; a slow-motion societal collapse triggered by labour shortages, economic stagnation, declining public services and social isolation. It is a gloomy prospect, but a realistic one. Children blow your old life to pieces. Your weekends are no longer yours. But
Every now and again a new phenomenon emerges in human communication or social behaviour which everyone recognises but none can name, because there is no term for it. There’s a sense that a word or phrase needs inventing. ‘Virtue signalling’ was one such development, and it came in the pages of The Spectator in 2015 from James Bartholomew. ‘Luxury beliefs’ is another, coined by Rob Henderson in the New York Post in 2019. I watched Peter Kyle MP being interviewed recently by Wilfred Frost on Sky News about the Online Safety Act, and the name of Nigel Farage came up (quite a lot) because he had announced that he would repeal the act in
Another year of GCSE results has prompted another bout of soul searching about the underachievement of white working class pupils. No lesser figure than Education Secretary Bridget Phillipson has led the mourning this week, risking the ire of her colleagues with some bravery. It’s not hard to find declining marriage at the heart of almost every domestic challenge we face Yet the grim truth is that this is not, ultimately, an education issue. Plenty of children in exactly the same schools will do just fine: same facilities, same teachers, same exam papers, better results. Nor is it a poverty issue as we are so often told – some ethnic groups