London theatre needs Kevin Spacey
Lee Anderson, deputy chairman of the Conservative party, popped a few monocles by saying asylum seekers reluctant to stay on…
The civil service’s exercise in navel-gazing
Navel-gazing in the civil service
How to fail upwards
The comical incompetents who give hope to us all
Best of the Blob: who would be picked for its 1st XV?
Who would be picked for its 1st XV?
Quentin Letts: The unstoppable rise of June Sarpong
Eton’s free-speech rumpus must surely become a David Hare play, Goodbye Mr Had-Yer-Chips, starring Jeremy Irons as the headmaster and…
Lady Hale’s Christmas diary (as told to Quentin Letts)
They say I must retire next month when I turn 75. Irritating. I have been a member of the Supreme…
The unbearable pointlessness of Parliament
Christmas books pages usually invite columnists to nominate their publishing event of the year. Well, here’s a corker: The Ties…
Corbyn dares to be different – why don’t other MPs?
One of the better plays at the National Theatre in recent weeks has been about a 21st-century banker, Judy, who…
Racism and the RSC: why I was a sitting duck for the arts mob
Our ducks are back. Two wild mallard have spent the last five springs on the brook which gurgles past us…
New world order
Old establishment New establishment Order of the Garter BBC Sports Personality of the Year Parliament’s Woolsack The Supreme Court…
Order, order! In the Commons, you are where you sit
Diet nannies will spend Christmas telling us ‘you are what you eat’ but in the House of Commons ‘you are…
What makes a cad (and why this was such a good year for them)
From Lord Sewel to – let’s not be sexist – Sally Bercow, there’s life in the old rogue yet
Quentin Letts’s Diary: An apology to the BBC journos who, thanks to me, are being sent away for re-education
First, an apology. Thanks to me, all journalists at BBC Radio’s ethics and religion division are being sent for indoctrination…
I know just the vicar for my parish church. Pity he’s fictional
I know just the man my parish church needs. Unfortunately he’s Catholic – and fictional
The charming little airport that ruins thousands of holidays
The charming little airport that ruins thousands of skiing holidays
Quentin Letts: Why hymns are the true voice of England
In praise of hymn-singing
