We’re all victims in the Bagel now – even me
New York That Kim Kardashian dame being fined by the Securities and Exchange Commission for a ‘pump and dump’ scheme…
The lessons of New York’s carnage
New York I am seriously thinking of visiting a shrink (just kidding) as I now have definite proof that I…
Rupert Murdoch has nothing to fear from me
Harvard man Russell Seitz has sent me an extraordinary present as an object lesson in ‘what a magazine should be…
In defence of privilege
Privilege at birth displeases wannabe types, and the subject came up rather a lot last week, especially in the Land…
My lunch with the Queen
None of this would have happened had I accepted my neighbour’s invitation to dine with a Swiss billionaire banker, or…
I’m a one-woman man
Gstaad There’s a fin de saison feeling around here, but the restaurants are still full and the sons of the…
My unforgettable night with a musical genius
Nostalgia barged in like gangbusters. What brought it on was a brief article about the most charming and enchanting of…
It’s back to the 1970s
Gstaad As the great Yogi Berra explained: ‘It’s déjà vu all over again.’ The great one also contributed the following…
The thrill of sailing rough seas
Coronis I suppose there’s always a first time, and looking back it was bound to happen. I scrambled off a…
The curse of the jet-ski
An F. Scott Fitzgerald biographer by the name of David S. Brown refers to America’s promotion of deviancy (my words)…
Sun-drenched days and too much wine: my summer on Patmos
Patmos Judging by the news, the world is finally coming apart: Chinese lab escapee Covid is still going strong, monkeypox…
How Monte Carlo went to hell
I now find resorts more fun out of season. Civilised tourists are as rare as an intelligent Hollywood movie, so…
In praise of Spectator readers
Michael Beloff, QC and past president of Trinity College Oxford, has just had his memoir reviewed in The Spectator, and…
The Oprah-fication of Wimbledon
Now that the weakest Wimbledon since 1973 – the year of the boycott – is over, a few thoughts about…
The delights of two-timing
Looking back and trying to choose just one out of those incomparably bewitching women of one’s youth can be tricky.…
In praise of the London sense of humour
London As speaker at a posh dinner given by Jonathan and Jake Goedhuis, best UK wine merchants by far, and…
Don’t bet against Emmanuel Macron
It’s nice to be back on the old continent again, especially after getting within a couple of hundred yards of…
The magic of black and white films
He is a rich English lord with a very large house and his wife is a beautiful American with a…
The healing power of the Hamptons
Southampton, Long Island These are peripatetic times for the poor little Greek boy, up to the Hamptons for some sun-seeking…
In praise of Greek royalty
New York Prince Pavlos, heir to the Greek throne, turned 55 recently and I threw a small dinner for him.…
Welcome to post-truth America
A couple more weeks in the Bagel and then on to dear old London. I’ve had a very good time…
The art of laziness
New York Living a life of pleasure is fun, but it can also become tiresome. Living an ethical life of…
Is Klaus Schwab the greatest threat of our time?
New York Alexandra rang me from London to enquire about a man by the name of Klaus Schwab: ‘He sounds…
The day Elizabeth Taylor kidnapped my daughter
New York Back in the good old days the Carlyle Hotel on Manhattan’s Upper East Side was the hotel for…
The glory days of Central Park
I celebrate two Easters every year, the Catholic one and the Orthodox one, which means I get very drunk on…
