Ioannes Chountis de Fabbri

In praise of Ian Gilmour

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In late 1954, the proprietor of these august pages, Sir Angus Watson of Skippers Sardines fame, thought he was selling his magazine to the son of Sir John Gilmour, a Baldwin-era Home Secretary. He was not. It was another Gilmour baronet who, as luck would have it, at the age of twenty-eight became the new owner of The Spectator: Ian Gilmour, born on 8 July a century ago.  Under his unusually combined authority as editor and proprietor, the somnolent Spectator of the 1950s became a magazine with bite.

Cultural amnesia explains our fury at the past

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I was in Newcastle the other day and found myself standing beneath Lord Grey’s Monument. The column is 135 feet of Roman Doric, which seems a generous allotment for a man now principally famous as a bergamot-blend tea. Earl Grey passed the Great Reform Act of 1832 and broke the old grand Whiggism, of which he was a scion, in the process. The city built the column while he was still alive. Two hundred years on, Lord Grey is a landmark locals use to orient themselves towards Primark. A few yards away, in the cathedral, I came upon a memorial to Admiral Collingwood, Nelson’s second-in-command at Trafalgar. I doubt one Geordie in a hundred could tell you who he was.