Peanuts

As mad as it gets

Rod Liddle, associate editor of The Spectator, has died aged 66. This is the first column he wrote for the magazine on March 9, 2002. It's always a life-affirming moment – for me, at least. The aeroplane has groaned and wheezed its way up, up, above the city and – improbably, to my mind – established a sort of equilibrium with the ethereal new world around it. The engines begin to sound more at ease. Perhaps I won't die this time, after all. And then, the seatbelt signs flick off, and from somewhere far down the aisle, towards first class, there comes the chinkety-chink-chink of the trolley. So, I am not going to die – and, better still, I'm going to be given a nice drink.

peanut

As mad as it gets

Rod Liddle, associate editor of The Spectator, has died aged 66. This is one of the first columns he wrote for the magazine on March 9, 2002. It's always a life-affirming moment – for me, at least. The aeroplane has groaned and wheezed its way up, up, above the city and – improbably, to my mind – established a sort of equilibrium with the ethereal new world around it. The engines begin to sound more at ease. Perhaps I won't die this time, after all. And then, the seatbelt signs flick off, and from somewhere far down the aisle, towards first class, there comes the chinkety-chink-chink of the trolley. So, I am not going to die – and, better still, I'm going to be given a nice drink.