If you’re short on ideas for minor Christmas presents, then you can’t do better for expert guidance than read Marcus Berkmann’s choice of stocking fillers from last week’s issue of the Spectator magazine. There can be few phrases in the language more debased than ‘Christmas gift book’. (Well, ‘friendly fire’, maybe, or ‘light entertainment’.) Needless
Craig Brown Which classic work do you think this comes from? ‘Her teeth were white in her brown face and her skin and her eyes were the same golden tawny brown. She had high cheek-bones, merry eyes and a straight mouth with full lips. Her hair was the golden brown of a grain field that
Sir Patrick Moore, the astronomer, died this morning aged 89. He featured on The Spectator’s power list of over-80s, published last year. Here are the other scientists listed in the category. Bernard Lovell, by Martin Rees Bernard Lovell ranks as one of the great visionary leaders of science. Along with others of his generation, the
The Sutton Trust today criticised the system of personal statements for university admissions, as they favour well-connected children from private schools. Spectator readers might not be surprised by that, though: in September Molly Guinness revealed in the magazine that those who can afford to often contract the writing of the statement out to graduates for
‘Wow! Fire AND the wheel!! Renaissance man or what?’
‘It’s for the connoisseur who appreciates really tiny amounts of growth.’
‘See that? It’s trending on Twitter that you’ve been naughty, not nice.’
‘It only seems like yesterday that we packed everything away from last Christmas.’
‘This one’s for Mummy — it counts the days until it’s all over.’
‘Is it just me, or does everyone look 45p less drunk?’
‘…and everyone lived happily ever after.’
‘I’m not sure, Piglet. “Tombstoning”?’
The holly and the ID
‘Are we there yet?’
Eating
‘Shall we join the ladies?’
Munch
‘I’m also a member of Ukip.’
‘Let’s see who today’s manager is.’
