My father was the best of England
I always think of my father at this time of year. In particular, I go back to the summer of…
Why am I so unlucky in love?
One of my exes is trying to get me arrested. I discovered this when I received an email from the…
My Negroni-soaked lunch with Laurence Olivier
Breakfast is my preferred meal, in case you’re interested. I broke my fast this week with my walking laser-light of…
I’ve finally solved the mystery of the Mayerling Affair
It was the mother of royal scandalabras, as Walt Winchell might have said, and remains one of the greatest historical…
The death of royalty
The cohorts of Hamas have invaded my neighbourhood. I was walking my dog, Maxi, in the afterglow of a shower…
In defence of Camilla
The Queen Consort is far from being a schemer
In defence of Lady Susan Hussey
Lady Susan Hussey resigned from the Royal household yesterday after 60 years of loyal service to King and Country. Lady…
My snogging spat with Boris
I have not given up on my Build Back Boris campaign, which is the most pressing concern facing the UK.…
Build Back Boris!
As a clarion call, a sounding of hosannas, a piece of fiery rhetoric to hold puissance over the soul of…
The Prince Harryfication of Boris Johnson
The acting one sees upon the stage doesn’t show how human beings actually comport themselves in crises, but simply how…
Petronella Wyatt: I’m not surprised Michael Gove is a lockdown fanatic
What this government needs is a good dose of the London mob, which at its height in the 18th century…
Petronella Wyatt: My food fights with Boris
I have been in Istanbul, partly to research a French-born collateral ancestor of mine, Aimée Dubucq, who, according to legend,…
Petronella Wyatt: The time I saw Boris cry
Boris Johnson is nothing like Churchill, a view with which my friend Andrew Roberts concurs. But in the 20-odd years…
Petronella Wyatt: I’ve been turned into a curiosity – and Boris is to blame
I am beginning to feel like a sort of fairground curiosity: one of those pickled things in jars that Victorians…
Donald Trump is an awkward ginger snob – and he owes me £20
I am no admirer of Donald Trump — not because he is a doomsayer and professional patriot but because he…
Royal Marriage Secrets, by John Ashdown-Hill - review
My brother Pericles Wyatt, as my father liked to say, is by blood the rightful king of England, the nephew…
