Matthew Parris
Was there any way not to traduce Cliff Richard?
Sir Cliff Richard will not be charged with historic sex offences, say the police and Crown Prosecution Service. There is…
How Leave can win (or at least lose with honour)
It may be too late. But with only about three weeks before our referendum on EU membership I am itching…
If I were in charge of Leave, here’s what I’d say…
It may be too late. But with only about three weeks before our referendum on EU membership I am itching…
How a grumpy llama became the third person in our relationship
Gussie is the name of a grumpy and ill-natured llama, her coat largely white and somewhat unkempt, and much given…
RIP Gussie, my plainspoken llama
Gussie is the name of a grumpy and ill-natured llama, her coat largely white and somewhat unkempt, and much given…
Leave campaigners aren’t being disrespected. They’re being paranoid
There are moments when one wonders whether one is seeing and hearing the same things as others. For me such…
Brexit Tories are feeling disrespected. How awful
There are moments when one wonders whether one is seeing and hearing the same things as others. For me such…
Tax avoidance and the wisdom of pitchfork-waving crowds
In a way the headline to my fellow columnist Dominic Lawson’s Sunday Times commentary on 12 April said it all.…
The wisdom of pitchfork-wielding crowds
In a way the headline to my fellow columnist Dominic Lawson’s Sunday Times commentary on 12 April said it all.…
I became a Conservative thanks to a little winged rabbit called Pookie
His father’s dental cast, writes Graham Greene near the beginning of The Power and the Glory ‘had been [Trench’s] favourite…
The winged rabbit who made me a Tory
His father’s dental cast, writes Graham Greene near the beginning of The Power and the Glory ‘had been [Trench’s] favourite…
It’s not the Corbynites who are in denial – it’s the Labour moderates
It has become commonplace to remark that there exists in Britain a mainstream political grouping that seems to be dwelling…
It’s the Labour moderates who need to get real
It has become commonplace to remark that there exists in Britain a mainstream political grouping that seems to be dwelling…
Virtual reality news is coming - and the implications are ominous
John Humphrys staggering around in a piece of ‘virtual reality’ headgear that looked like binoculars and made him feel sick…
Are we ready for virtual-reality news?
John Humphrys staggering around in a piece of ‘virtual reality’ headgear that looked like binoculars and made him feel sick…
Brexit campaigners remind me horribly of Ian Smith’s Rhodesian Front
We are all of us to some degree prisoners of our own experience. Experience may teach, of course — may…
From Rhexit to Brexit
We are all of us to some degree prisoners of our own experience. Experience may teach, of course — may…
Why I now believe in positive discrimination
The Prime Minister no doubt knew he would be fanning the flames when he waded into the argument about the…
Why I now believe in positive discrimination
The Prime Minister no doubt knew he would be fanning the flames when he waded into the argument about the…
Here’s my solution to the problem of what to do with the statue of Cecil Rhodes at Oriel College
Lobengula was the second king of the Matabele people in what is now Zimbabwe. He was also the last. Cecil…
Rhodes’s statue should remain, on one condition
Lobengula was the second king of the Matabele people in what is now Zimbabwe. He was also the last. Cecil…
On Europe, Iraq and Syria why can’t our politicians just tell the truth?
It has been over a month since Parliament voted to bomb Isis in Syria, yet in that time there have…
Our leaders’ suicidal urge to sex it up
It has been over a month since Parliament voted to bomb Isis in Syria, yet in that time there have…
The question Christianity fails to answer: ‘Who is my neighbour?’
‘Fine old Christmas,’ wrote George Eliot, ‘with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in…
The question Christianity fails to answer: ‘Who is my neighbour?’
‘Fine old Christmas,’ wrote George Eliot, ‘with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in…
