Lucy Denyer

Lucy Denyer is a former editor at the Telegraph magazine.

Tuesday

Lucy Denyer

Helping veterans find their next mission

From our UK edition

Last month, Keir Starmer made an announcement that sounded full of governmental largesse. From henceforth, the Prime Minister said, ex-servicemen would be exempt from local connection tests for social housing for ever, guaranteeing them a roof over their heads. ‘The military is a brilliant mechanism for social mobility… but it can be difficult to continue that upward trajectory when you leave’ Leaving aside the fact that the announcement did nothing to actually increase the amount of social housing available, or that the lack of housing generally means an ever-widening gap between civilian and military life, why would someone leaving the service need access to social housing for ever?

Monday

Lucy Denyer

The tyranny of the self-service check out

From our UK edition

The other week I popped into my big Morrisons after the school drop-off. It was a biggish shop, including things like socks, olive oil and washing powder, hence going to a proper supermarket rather than just whizzing into my local Tesco Express. Not being able to find the correct type of fruit or vegetable on the touch screen scores highly in the irritation stakes But lo and behold, when I came to check out my shopping, not a single manned till was open. ‘There’s nobody on them until 10 a.m. love,’ explained the apologetic cashier who inevitably had to help me with an unexpected item in the bagging area (a packet of toothbrush heads that were too light to register on the pathetic shelf they give you at a self-service till).

Thursday

Lucy Denyer

Hell is a rented garden

From our UK edition

For the past few years, I have been a joyful Chelsea Flower Show attendee. Every May, my phone’s photo album usually becomes stuffed with pictures of plants: variegated borders in shades of white and purple, hostas bursting from decorative pots, cornus trees providing shade over ground cover of miniature geraniums. I obsess over dahlias, clematis and roses, not to mention the mini greenhouses, chic she-sheds and pretty pergolas. A couple of years ago, I had recently acquired for the first time my own garden and was embarking on filling it with gusto. I was drunk on possibility when it came to what I could fill my little patch with. Climbing roses! Strawberry beds! A fig tree! I spent accordingly. It was impossible to pass a garden centre without dropping a ton every time.

Thursday

Lucy Denyer

The deluge: Rishi Sunak’s election gamble

From our UK edition

53 min listen

It’s a bumper edition of The Edition this week. After Rishi Sunak called a surprise – and perhaps misguided – snap election just a couple of hours after our press deadline, we had to frantically come up with a new digital cover. To take us through a breathless day in Westminster and the fallout of Rishi’s botched announcement, The Spectator’s political editor Katy Balls joins the podcast. (01:35) Next: Our print magazine leads on the electric car bust. Ross Clark runs through all the issues facing electric cars today – from China flooding the market with discounted EVs to Rishi Sunak dropping the unrealistic target of banning new petrol car sales by 2030. ‘Could the outlook suddenly improve for British EVs?’ asks Ross. ‘It’s hard to see how.

Friday

Lucy Denyer

Confessions of a fortysomething brace face

From our UK edition

When I was a teenager, my grandmother would pick me up from school every week and drive me to the orthodontist, the aptly-named Mrs Crabbe, so she could stick more pieces of metal in my mouth, tighten something up, or twist some new jazzily-coloured elastic bands onto the brackets glued onto my teeth in a vain attempt to distract onlookers from the horror that was my metal-adorned smile.  Don’t expect me to be able to talk properly, and be prepared to be spat at A buck-toothed child, with overly large teeth for my mouth, I had years of orthodontic work, from the age of about 12 until I was 16 or 17, at which point the braces came off and suddenly I was able to smile with my mouth open – a total revelation.