Lara Prendergast is executive editor of The Spectator. She hosts two Spectator podcasts, The Edition and Table Talk, and edits The Spectator’s food and drink coverage.
Pasted between adverts for chewing gum and the latest Hollywood blockbuster, a series of adverts on the tube are currently flogging ‘fertility for the over-40s’. They come at a time when Professor Dame Sally Davies, Chief Medical Officer for England, has recently commented on Britain’s attitude to fertility. Davies said she was concerned about the
People will go to extraordinary lengths to get into a nightclub. Nowadays you must wear something tight, and look slinky. But, as Club to Catwalk: London Fashion in the 1980s at the V&A shows (until 16 February), a handful of Eighties doormen were into something a bit more deviant. The combination of a new London
Do you think that a McDonald’s Fruitizz drink contributes to your five-a-day? I only ask, because a recent newspaper investigation has shown that food companies are using the famous government-backed health campaign to sell us processed products that may have fairly tenuous links to fruit and vegetables. The five-a-day campaign started off with good intentions: to lower
Let’s imagine for a minute that the Turner Prize is cancelled next year. Would anyone care? A few members of the artistic elite and a handful of artists perhaps, but beyond that? I don’t think they would. There are plenty of other valuable art prizes out there, after all. And no one has really taken
In the wake of President Kennedy’s assassination, there was much speculation about whether it was politically motivated. As Robert Conquest points out, the real villain isn’t political orientation, but political fanaticism. Here we reprint Conquest’s notebook, from the week after Kennedy’s death: November 29, 1963 (There is a) current tone of anti-Americanism, which implies they
‘How many years,’ asks Murray Kempton ‘before anyone would want to read a book about the day Mr. Kennedy was shot?’. As it transpired, not many. Here we reprint his Spectator column, entitled ‘The Roman Way‘, written in the aftermath of Kennedy’s death: Washington November 29, 1963 Mile television, trying as all of us have
The assassination of President Kennedy came just as the Christmas 1963 edition of the Spectator was going to press – we had to paste a new headline over a colourful, cover. Here we reprint our leader from this issue: The death of John F. Kennedy, President of the United States of America, inevitably produces banality in
If ever there was reason to believe that feminism has lost its way, then it is found in the current debate about bottoms. It all began with twerking – the sexualized dance that no one had heard of until popstar Miley Cyrus squeezed into some PVC underwear, and twerked to Robin Thicke’s song Blurred Lines.
Since 2011, the Silk Road has infuriated governments the world over by allowing digital pirates to operate above the law. It has been – in effect – an eBay for Afghani heroin, cocaine and all manner of illegal goods. Hosted in the virtual tunnels of the ‘Deep Web’, transactions are made in BitCoin and up
