Wrestling Emily Dickinson

Like everyone in Britain who has some brain cells, I've been getting heartily sick of this phenomenon which people have decided to call ...

I've always liked Jonathan Ross. Even before he became the UK's answer to David Letterman, before he became famous for dressing outr...

This Christmas, while many of us tuck into turkey and get progressively comatose on good red wine and the Dr Who Christmas Special, Private ...

Life and soul are you? Everybody's mate? Top bloke? Everybody's got a good word for you? Big deal. Nobody looks too close when th...

London is burning. I don't live by the river. But I see what's happening and I read the rumours on Twitter, the horrible photos and ...

Some time ago on this blog I mused on whether the linguistic experiment of adopting gender-neutral pronouns, such as 'hir', 'ze...

I went on holiday by mistake - or at least on the spur of the moment - this week, hopping up to the Lake District town of Staveley with a fr...