The Telegraph

Wednesday

The Spectator

Portrait of the week: HMS Dragon sets sail, Mandelson records released and Trump declares victory

Home John Healey, the Defence Secretary, visited Cyprus after criticism of Britain’s response to drone attacks on the RAF base there. The Cyprus High Commissioner said: ‘The people are disappointed, the people are scared, the people could expect more.’ The destroyer HMS Dragon sailed for Cyprus from Portsmouth on 10 March. Rachel Reeves, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, told the Commons that inflation was likely to rise; the Office for Budget Responsibility estimated an extra percentage point increase on prices by the end of the year. The Prince of Wales aircraft carrier would not head for the Middle East. President Trump of America said: ‘That’s OK, Prime Minister Starmer… We

Fraser Nelson

How the Germans saved the Telegraph

I spent my last year as editor of this magazine trapped on an auction block, hunting for a new proprietor. It was agony. There was a list of about 20 bidders for both The Spectator and the Daily Telegraph: the good, the bad and the really quite ugly. The ugliest of all – the government of the United Arab Emirates – ended up cutting a backroom deal for both titles. But parliament intervened and this magazine escaped, snapped up by a suitor who has been as good as his word on investment. The Telegraph, meanwhile, was left standing at the altar. Last week, after nearly three years of waiting, she

Wednesday

Lionel Shriver

The real reason I left Britain

This is a two-parter, albeit linked. If you’re interested in the duplicitousness of British journalists, then keep reading. If you’re only interested in self-destructive British tax policy, skip to the middle. Burnt repeatedly by hacks who pretend to be enraptured by my latest novel while snooping through my cupboards, I long ago learned the hard way not to let British journalists into my home. Thus for years I only conducted interviews in the safely impersonal lobby of a West End hotel. But lessons learned are too often lessons lost. That may be an overly kind formulation of: I am an idiot. In my new hang in Portugal, I reverted to