Freddy Gray

Freddy Gray

Freddy Gray is deputy editor of The Spectator and the editor of the US edition. He hosts Americano on YouTube.

In defence of Jeremy Corbyn

At No 6 in our rundown of the Spectator's most-read pieces of 2015 is a piece that takes a surprising stance. Freddy Gray's November defence of Jeremy Corbyn as a 'shockingly steadfast' politician in contrast to David Cameron who 'makes up his foreign policy as he goes along' was hugely popular, and not just with the Corbynistas who support the Labour leader.  What strange people we Brits are. We spend years moaning that our politicians are cynical opportunists who don’t stand for anything. Then along comes an opposition leader who has principles — and appears to stick by them even when it makes him unpopular — and he is dismissed as a joke. Jeremy Corbyn has been ridiculed in recent days for the feebleness of his foreign policy.

Marine Le Pen loses, but tonight shows how the Front National has reshaped French politics

A bad night for Marine Le Pen, then, in France’s regional elections. Having been ahead in six regions in the first round last Sunday, her Front National appears now to have failed to win one. Cue lots of somewhat contrived jubilation from every right-thinking human on social media. Tonight does indeed represent a significant blow to Marine Le Pen’s presidential aspirations. Winning control of a region or two would have given FN the legitimacy it craves. The huge boost in voter turn out for the second round shows that, when push comes to shove, the French remain far more likely to come out and oppose her party than support it. But before liberals everywhere sound too triumphant, it’s worth reconsidering what has just happened.

Exclusive: Tony Blair writes for The Spectator about the ‘tragedy’ of Corbyn’s Labour

The Christmas issue of The Spectator hits the streets soon; we have David Cameron, Justin Welby and Tony Blair. Blair first wrote for The Spectator in August 1979, four years before he became an MP. Thirty six years later, he is back in the magazine. In his first intervention since Jeremy Corbyn won the Labour Party leadership, the former Prime Minister does not mince his words. In his first sentence, he says: All wings of the Labour Party which support the notion of the Labour Party as a Party aspiring to govern, rather than as a fringe protest movement agree on the tragedy of the Labour Party’s current position. What they don't agree on is where Labour went right. In his Spectator article, Blair lays it out for the record.

Yesterday’s vote wasn’t about Syria’s war. It was about Labour’s

Parliament is always in a way a comedy of vanity. Yesterday it was a narcissistic farce. Our elected representatives spent ten hours making the same unconvincing points over and over again. The standard of speaking was poor because nobody had much worth saying. The pro-bombers kept arguing that we had to stand with our allies, and that Isis was horrid. The anti-bombers urged us not to make another tragic mistake in the Middle East. And everybody had to say how they felt personally — as if personal feelings are more important than right or wrong. Yet all the MPs knew deep down that Britain's intervention in the Syrian conflict would be so small-scale as to be pointless.

Corbyn’s defence

What strange people we Brits are. We spend years moaning that our politicians are cynical opportunists who don’t stand for anything. Then along comes an opposition leader who has principles — and appears to stick by them even when it makes him unpopular — and he is dismissed as a joke. Jeremy Corbyn has been ridiculed in recent days for the feebleness of his foreign policy. It is widely agreed that his positions on terrorism and Isis show how unelectable and useless he is. At the same time, we say he is a grave threat to national security. But what has Corbyn said that is so stupid or dangerous? In the wake of the attacks in Paris, he declared that Britain ‘must not be drawn into responses that feed the cycle of violence and hate’.

Cider: How I made my own pear cider: it’s called Fred’s Perry

When we moved into the new house, we felt lucky to have a pear tree in our garden. How grown up, we thought. Then September came and the tree started raining fruit. Masses of fruit. Our green and pleasant lawn transformed into a carpet of greeny-yellowy-brown pears, which squelched gruesomely underfoot. I invited my children and nephews to help, offering them 5p for every pear they picked up. Big mistake. The boys quickly realised they were on to a winner and I had to fork out about £25. The worst part, though, was not knowing what to do with this unwanted harvest, which rotted quickly and attracted thousands upon thousands of fruit flies, which then began to colonise the kitchen. We ended up loading great sackfuls of the mangy fruit into the car and driving them to the dump.

By opposing shoot-to-kill, Jeremy Corbyn has shown he is a serious politician

There is nothing wrong with Jeremy Corbyn saying he 'isn't happy' with a shoot-to-kill policy. On the contrary, it shows once again that he is a man of principle. We may not agree with, or like, his principles -- but can we at least recognise that, unlike his opponents, he is not bending to the national mood? He is not willing to ditch his integrity in order to ease the public's fear and sate our lust for a violent response to terror. For Corbyn's haters on the Labour right, his position proves once again that he is not a 'serious' person. For one of his shadow cabinet, his position even makes him a 'f---ing disgrace' Why? Corbyn may well be right. It's certainly not disgraceful to oppose a policy of legal killing.

The strange relationship between Islam, violence and French football

It is not so surprising if the jihadists in Paris were targeting an international football match. There has for years been a strange relationship between football, Islam and violence in France. The French football team, les bleus, have long been held up as an emblem of harmony and hope in an otherwise bleak multicultural landscape. The world cup winning team of 1998 consisted largely of the children of African immigrants and was celebrated as a great symbol of how the modern multicultural fifth republic could work. Zinedine Zidane, a Muslim boy from Marseilles, was the star of that tournament.

The strange world of Evgeny Lebedev

Evgeny Lebedev’s famous friends are eager to tell you what a darling he is. Piers Morgan says that he is ‘one of the most charming, well-connected, exotically attired and fascinating figures in English society right now’. Stephen Fry says that ‘for a man of his power, status and wealth, he is endlessly teaseable and humorous’. Boris Johnson says that he is ‘a major force for good’ and ‘a very generous soul’. And Boris’s sister Rachel calls him ‘a wise old beard (or two) on young shoulders. He’s much smarter and funnier than people think.’ You get the picture. Evgeny likes to be ribbed, especially if the person doing the ribbing is a celebrity.

The life of Brian Sewell, 1931-2015

The art critic Brian Sewell has died aged 84. In 2011, Freddy Gray interviewed the waspish critic, and spoke to him about his duty to be frank about his personal life - even if it shocked other octogenarians.  ‘It must be so awfully boring being a fish,’ says Brian Sewell, as he looks out the window at his pond. ‘You can only have sex once a year on a prescribed day. The frogs are just the same.’ We are in his study. It is a large room full of books, mostly big art books. An old German Shepherd lies passed out on the floor. ‘Poor Winckelmann,’ says Sewell, peering down at the dog. ‘She is the love of my life. I can’t bear the thought of her departure. But I know she’s going.’ Sex and death are on Sewell’s mind.

John McDonnell’s slick performance on Question Time was worthy of Tony Blair

Hats off to John McDonnell. We've all been fretting about how the Corbyn gang would cope against the media slick Tories. We all think that, despite the appeal of conviction politics, a shadow chancellor such as McDonnell will be eaten alive by the Tory front bench. John McDonnell's performance on BBC Question Time last night suggested otherwise. Question Time is a good test for politicians: they have to look and sound passionate while saying nothing much at all. McDonnell did exactly that, and with gusto. He masterfully shrugged off his 'joke' about killing Margaret Thatcher. When asked about his support for the IRA, he managed almost simultaneously to apologise and to take credit for bringing peace to Northern Ireland.

Is Nicola Sturgeon trying to have her feminist cake and eat it too?

Nicola Sturgeon is fed up that ‘literally every time I’m on camera’ people discuss her appearance. She’s so fed up, in fact, that she's done a photo-shoot with Vogue to prove how ‘inured’ she has become. Yup, that’s right, Vogue, a magazine that is all about policy and principle; a magazine that has no truck with our image-obsessed age. The endless commentary on her appearance is, she says, ‘hideous and quite cruel’. Is it? Perhaps I have missed something — and no doubt nasty Tweeters have said many horrid things to poor Nicola — but I’ve always been struck by how generous the media has been about Sturgeon’s looks and her fashion sense.

No, Ted Heath’s ‘deeply closeted’ sexuality doesn’t mean he was a paedophile

It is of course too soon to make any meaningful response to the Ted Heath allegations. However, in reporting the 'mystery' surrounding the former Prime Minister's sexuality, the media and the social media are insinuating something sinister: that Ted Heath's unwillingnness to out himself as a homosexual is somehow in itself suspicious. Journalists are putting about all the old stories about Heath's 'deeply closeted' homosexuality alongside the latest child abuse allegations, and Twitter does the rest: https://twitter.com/MylesPaynter/status/628310485226668033 https://twitter.com/55fenderstrat/status/604162519096266753 https://twitter.

A Joe Biden run for the presidency is actually the best thing Hillary Clinton could hope for

Let's not be too cynical. It is a touching thought that Beau Biden's dying wish was that his father Joe, the Vice President, should have another tilt at the White House. We learn this nugget of intimate information thanks to the New York Times. The story is suspiciously well-timed to propel a Joe Biden run, coming as it does at precisely the moment when his rival Hillary Clinton looks weakest. Don't be a cynic, I tell you. Stop it! But if you think Hillary will be rattled by the possibility of an emotionally charged challenge from Joe Biden, think again. She should be licking her lips. He may be more trusted than her, according to the polls, as Tim Montgomerie suggests in the London Times today.

The head of Ofsted wants to fine ‘feckless’ parents. Is he in the wrong job?

Sir Michael Wilshaw may have been in charge of Ofsted since January 2012 -- he is arguably the most important educationalist in the land -- but in his head he is still very much a head teacher. He’s bossy. He wants to fine parents he doesn’t think are trying hard enough. He has told the Sutton Trust that, when he ran a school, he ‘would have loved’ to impose fines on mothers and fathers who didn’t turn up to parents' evenings.

Where Ukip went wrong

[audioplayer src="http://rss.acast.com/viewfrom22/angelamerkel-sburden/media.mp3" title="Freddy Gray, Sebastian Payne and Owen Bennett discuss where Ukip went wrong" startat=685] Listen [/audioplayer]What’s happened to poor Ukip? Not so long ago, they seemed unstoppable. They were revolting on the right, terrifying the left and shaking up Westminster. The established parties tried sneering at them, smearing them, even copying them. Nothing worked. Then came the general election, the centre held, and Ukip seemed to fall apart. Farage failed to win his target seat in South Thanet, the focus of his whole campaign. He resigned, then farcically unresigned, three days later.

We don’t have a rape culture, we have a victim culture

It takes courage to tell a bunch of Canadian feminists marching against ‘rape culture’ that they are talking rubbish. And courage is something Lauren Southern, a reporter for The Rebel, has in spades. She had the guts to go to a ‘SlutWalk’ in Vancouver holding a sign that said: ‘There is no rape culture in the west’. You can see her video above. Lauren makes a good point. Canada is hardly a rapist's paradise. 'Rapists go to prison here,' she says. 'Rapists are actually hated here. Rapists are fired from their jobs. Men who make rape jokes are fired from their jobs.' But it is lost on the SlutWalkers, who are so desperate to talk about — and display — their bodies that they will not listen to reason.

RIP Charles Kennedy, but did we really need 27 tributes in the House of Commons?

Is it too cynical to say that the tributes paid to Charles Kennedy in the House of Commons yesterday were excessive, maudlin, and more than a bit silly? Is it pompous to say that the House of Commons should be a chamber for matters of state, not a safe space for sharing grief? A former party leader’s death should be acknowledged in the House of Commons, but did we need 27 tributes? At Prime Minister Questions, there were 4 brief speeches about Kennedy, which seemed about right. In the later session, which lasted 1 hour and 13 minutes, there were 23. Much of the encomium for Kennedy was directed at the gallery, where his former wife and 10-year-old son Donald stood.

Announcing the Spectator ‘Pundyfilla’ Award for Inane Political Commentary

The election is far too tight to call, but one thing is certain: from now until the early hours a lot of people will talk a lot of balls — across all platforms — just to pass the time. The competition to be most fatuous will be most intense among tweeters and talking heads — but who will win? You decide! The Spectator tonight launches the inaugural ‘Pundyfilla’ Award for Inane Political Commentary. Look out and listen on social media, news sites and TV for the most pointless twaddle, the most redundant observations, the most screamingly obvious analysis, and tweet your nominations to @spectator. A bottle of Pol Roger for identifying the winner. The prize pundit will receive an invitation to live blog the next general election.

Ten handy phrases for bluffing your way through election night

The hours between polls closing on election day and the result emerging represent an almighty challenge for journalists and know-alls everywhere. Demand for punditry is huge, yet there is little to say, and nobody knows what is going to happen. Tomorrow evening, The Spectator will launch our own 'Pundyfilla Award for Inane Political Commentary' - but until then, here are a few stock phrases that should help everyone (remember, in the age of social media, we must all be journalists) sound as if they know their election onions: 'What I'm hearing is...' The TV correspondent's best friend. This line suggests an ear to the ground -- even if in truth 'hearing' means checking Twitter.