01 Feb 2003

01 February 2003

Columnists

The day I had to pour soup over a fire in Hugh Trevor-Roper’s kitchen

Hugh Trevor-Roper long refused to write his memoirs. Eventually, the firm of Weidenfeld persuaded him, if he was not going to write them, to speak them. The recipient of his reminiscences was to be a tape recorder and I. He agreed to talk to me because – I speculate – I knew him, but not

Stephen Glover

Is it my imagination, or is the Sun getting smuttier?

A couple of weeks ago I promised that this column would keep a watchful eye on Rebekah Wade, the new editor of the Sun. As is so often the case, the first piece of evidence is right before our eyes, in the pages of Who’s Who. But before we get on to that, let me