The Spectator/KPMG conference explored investment opportunities in today’s uncertain geopolitical climate
We live in an age of uncertainty. The predictable threats of the Cold War have been replaced with more nebulous dangers: great power politics might be stable but across large parts of the world
instability rules. The Spectator’s ‘Global Risk and Opportunity’ conference in association with KPMG explored the consequences of this uncertain global environment for business.
The United States is almost as segregated under Obama as it was in the time of Martin Luther King
As I arrived in New Orleans this summer, there was a juicy racism row blazing across the airwaves and the blogosphere.
Like lots of the juiciest rows, it was over a little thing. The question was, do black people use the social networking site Twitter differently from white people? According to Farhad Manjoo, Slate
magazine’s technology correspondent, the answer is yes.
A day in Juárez – once a party town, now the murder capital of the world
‘We’re not going to die, are we Dan?’ asked my friend Joe, a CBS radio reporter, shortly before we crossed from El Paso into Juárez, Mexico, murder capital of the world.
‘Nah,’ I replied. ‘Our guide is a priest. It’s a Sunday. The narcos will respect that.’
I was lying to make him feel better. In February, a sacristan in Juárez was killed, one of more than 1,000 drug-related murders in the city so far this year.
Hookworms are parasites. But could they also be a revolutionary medical treatment?
In a bright modern office in the University of Nottingham's complex of bright and modern buildings, Dr David Pritchard has fallen silent and is sitting staring at his hands. It's been a few minutes
since he stopped talking. In the first 30 seconds I sent off a string of little vacuous questions that hung in the air like soap bubbles, then popped for want of response.
Can I ask a small favour of you? Nothing too onerous, just something you might usefully store away at the back of your memory.
Can I ask a small favour of you? Nothing too onerous, just something you might usefully store away at the back of your memory. It is this: if I am ever found dead, padlocked inside a sports
hold-all and dumped in the bath and the police — having investigated events ineffectually for a week or more — tell you I did it all myself as part of an auto-erotic experiment which
went horribly wrong, don’t believe them.
With or without global warming, Britain is disappearing into the sea. We must invest more in coastal and river defences
I have an idea for saving public money: replace the Department for Energy and Climate Change with one man and a sandwich board carrying the words: 'Prepare to Meet Thy Doom'. It shouldn't cost much
more than £40 a day to pay for him to pace up and down Oxford Street. And it would achieve exactly the same as DECC: constantly reminding us of the grim warnings regularly put out by
ministers - while doing sweet Fanny Adams to save us.
The writer Sebastian Faulks exudes a sense of calm accomplishment. But even he seems tense about the stage adaptation of his bestselling novel Birdsong
'I'm not excited. I don't do excitement,' says Sebastian Faulks. Which is probably just as well. Four years have elapsed since the project he's currently involved with, a dramatisation of his
bestselling novel Birdsong, was first suggested to him by the playwright Rachel Wagstaff.
Murray Sayle, who died last weekend, wrote regularly for The Spectator. Here is an edited extract from his column of 13 May 1989.
Aikawa, near Tokyo
The night of 19 December last was cold and starry. Our house stood in a clearing in a pine forest halfway up a mountainside, and the flames could be seen a good
ten miles away, down by the Nissan factory. Some of them even downed tools for a moment or two, we heard, wondering what the bright light was.
Even leaderless and without fresh ideas, Labour has surged in the polls. Think what the party might be able to do with someone – anyone – in charge
The Labour leadership contest has been easy to mock. It has set brother against brother, lasted for months and shown that the party has no heir to Blair. In private, Labour politicians are frank
about the failings of their candidates. When I asked a senior backbencher about who he was endorsing, he replied, ‘The least worst one.