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Matthew Parris

I’m fascinated by our censorious fascination with other people’s sex lives. And I sense something shifting

19 April 2014

9:00 AM

19 April 2014

9:00 AM

I liked the generic title ‘Another Voice’ that The Spectator used to give this column, because it seemed to loosen the shackles imposed by more rigorous classification. The sort of journalism I tend to go in for is usually classified as ‘comment’ or ‘opinion’; but all too often these days my strong interest in what’s going on is not matched by any strong opinion about it, while my commentary amounts more to curiosity than comment.

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