Spectator Peregrinations

My elegant but anachronistic colleague Tom Puzzle was slightly offended by my recent mention of battery-powered fans for cooling the arm-pits. He is himself a devotee of the......

Teacup Storm

I learn from usually unreliable sources that the House of Commons is ordering thousands of pounds worth of German crockery. This is the first progressive gesture made by this......

Chelsea Squalor

One Spectator reader who took a very serious view of our recent disclosures on squatters was the senior waiter in my St James's Street Club, Joe Stott. Stott, as he is known,......

Sails But No Sales

The gleaming white objects which brightened the murky Thames during last week's Festival of Sail included tall ships, short ships, oyster smacks and Mr Edward Heath. Further......

Sunday Lunch

A man cannot live on oysters and smoked salmon alone. (Indeed I think that oysters are about the only things that are safe from a Peregrine's claws). This was my message to the......

Westminster Corridors

From the Correspondence I receive, I may cast my Readers under two general Divisions — the Mercurial and the Saturnine. The first are the gay part of my Disciples, who require......