Rod Liddle

I was sorry to see Arsenal lose the ‘Game of the Season’ to Manchester City and thought them a little unlucky. Ok, ‘sorry’ is perhaps stretching it. I don’t care very much. But I would rather Arsenal win the league than those Mancs. Still, Arsenal’s fans deserve what they get for having booed their side at the end of

Hadiza Atunse, a 25-year-old PA, smashed her Toyota Auris into a Mini Cooper, spun out of control and flipped into a hedgerow in Wilmslow, near Manchester. When the coppers turned up, she declined to partake in a breathalyser and the police, mysteriously, did not give her a tongue swab to determine drug use. I say

I am not convinced that the BBC did very much wrong regarding Scott Mills. No matter how boring the BBC’s seemingly endless retinue of mediocre gay exhibitionists, a man is surely innocent until proven guilty. It may even be that the Corporation treated the bloke unfairly by sacking him, unless they know something that we

My friend Will Clouston, the leader of the Social Democratic Party, dropped round with his wife for a bite to eat this week and showed me an ancient book he had picked up in a second-hand store in Hexham. It was titled Select Fables, with cuts designed by Thomas and John Bewick, and it dates

‘Listen to what the man on the left of the camera has to say about Israel, the man who is addressed as Nick,’ a radical Corbynista friend suggested to me the other day in a social media message designed to change my mind about the Middle East. It’s part of a sustained campaign on his

Here’s a mark of our times. A dietician who apparently ‘bluffed’ her way into a top NHS job has been sacked for knowing less about the body and medicine in general than a reasonably well-trained spaniel. The woman claimed great experience in working with nutrition based diseases and even cancer – but colleagues soon discovered

Live long enough and all your cherished memories of childhood will end up besmirched somehow. For many of us Boomers the 1970s are now nothing but a long, brownish and noisome stain. We might have expected Gary Glitter would be outed as a nonce and ditto the unequivocally foul Jimmy Savile. But come on, who

I notice Arsenal have gone seven points clear at the top of the Premier League table and are thus very likely to win the title – a victory, then, for Brexit football. I watched the game between the Gunners and Chelsea at the weekend and it genuinely was like watching Wimbledon versus Sheffield Wednesday in

The Brits are always awful, so much so that they exist in a place beyond criticism, so obvious are the failings. Just the sight of the award winners applauding themselves is enough to make me reach for the bucket. So all this goes largely without being said and one passes over it without comment, just

Sometimes things work out much better than one could have imagined, as if God, looking down, had decided that for whatever reason, a favour should be dispensed in my direction, a blessing. Perhaps occasioned by my diligence and faith, perhaps not. It is impossible to explain these benedictions. Sufficient to say that on Sunday night,