The true enemy of political interviews
The rhythm of the big party conference leader interviews is a strange one. First come days of slow, repetitive, detailed…
Scottish Unionists must rethink – and fast
Spring Cannot Be Cancelled arrives on the doorstep. It is a gloriously illustrated book by Martin Gayford about his conversations…
The comment that baffled Boris
Real men are not supposed to confess to feeling fear. But I am frightened, second time round, about the plague.…
Andrew Marr: Scotland is slipping away from the Union
Staying in Britain for the summer has been, in many ways, entirely glorious. We have zigzagged from Shropshire through Derbyshire…
This election made me fall in love with democracy again
It’s an unfashionable thought, but having spent many hours in the university sports hall where constituency votes for Boris Johnson…
Andrew Marr: Twitter fooled everyone during this election
It’s an unfashionable thought, but having spent many hours in the university sports hall where constituency votes for Boris Johnson…
Andrew Marr: December elections are a very bad idea
December elections are a bad idea. Never mind politicians talking rot — the ludicrous promises, the ludicrous numbers — it’s…
Brace yourself for no deal
I AM up on the far north-west coast of Scotland, where the weather is changing every five minutes under vast skies…
Andrew Marr’s Diary: In praise of David Dimbleby
At Chequers last week to interview the Prime Minister, I hear some sad news of Churchill’s mouse. The story goes…
Andrew Marr: It’s volunteers, not the state, who are tackling London’s stabbing epidemic
Of all the villages of London, it seems to me, most of the time, that I live in the happiest:…
Diary
The best reason for visiting party conferences is to sniff the air. It’s fragments of conversation drifting through a bar,…
Andrew Marr’s diary: Why this is such a tooth-grindingly awful election
So far, what an infuriating election campaign. We have the most extraordinary array of digital, paper and broadcasting media at…
Andrew Marr’s diary: Seeing shadows of Syria in Limousin’s ghost village
No, no, no, you don’t want a house abroad — the paperwork, the taxes, the piping, the cost of the…
Andrew Marr's diary: Ruins on Crete and a spat with Alex Salmond
A week away in Crete: I’ve come for the archaeology and culture — little patches of Minos, ancient Greece, Byzantium and…
Andrew Marr's notebook: Rescued by Jonathan Ross
We live by simple stories. X has a stroke. X recovers; or doesn’t. But we live inside more complicated stories.…
Andrew Marr’s diary: Holidays after a stroke, and what the Germans really think of us
It’s been a strange summer. After a stroke, holidays are not what they used to be. We went to Juan-les-Pins…
Andrew Marr’s diary: The summer of Corbyn — and other things we didn’t see coming
Andrew Marr 22 August 2015 9:00 am
This is the Corbyn summer. From the perspective of a short holiday, my overwhelming feeling is one of despair at…