Brighton
John Deakin: the perfect anti-hero of the tawdry Soho scene
The photographer never attempted to show anyone in a good light, making his portraits of Francis Bacon and other Soho habitués look like dress rehearsals for morgue shots
Appearances are deceptive: Trio, by William Boyd, reviewed
Talbot Kydd, film producer; Anny Viklund, American actress; Elfrida Wing, novelist; these make the trio of the title. Private lives…
How Brighton’s gangs became increasingly radicalised
Between October 2013 and January 2014, five teenaged boys from Brighton, three of them brothers from a family called Deghayes,…
Cosy, comforting and a bit inconsequential: Here We Are, by Graham Swift, reviewed
There’s something — isn’t there? — of the literary also-ran about Graham Swift. He was on Granta’s first, influential Best…
Let’s make assisted dying legal for Brightonians
I am having terrible trouble with my hair at the moment. It is lank, flat and lifeless. There are split…
If the Sats-strike parents get their way only the poorer kids will suffer
Tuesday’s protest against Key Stage 1 Sats was moronic on so many levels that it’s hard to know where to…
My Brighton’s gone all Brideshead
My town is overrun with drunken Mileses and Gileses and Violets these days. Cross these oafish students at your peril
Losing my son and the end of my life’s summer
Hedonism, tragedy and me
First I cursed the Calais migrants — then I thanked them
The Eurostar train descended gently into the Channel Tunnel, went halfway along it, and then stopped. There it remained for…
From King Arthur to Lord Toby Jug: in praise of the eccentric independent
In praise of eccentric election candidates
Brighton has become an object lesson in why it is a disaster to vote Green
Brighton council’s disastrous experiments should serve as a warning to the whole country against voting Green
I’m sick of weak women being praised as ‘strong’
When I heard that the television pundit and all-round nepot Kelly Osbourne had gone into ‘food rehab’ upon gaining weight,…
Michael Heath's diary: I've fallen among hipsters (and I have the T-shirt to prove it)
I now live in the hippest part of London, Shoreditch. It must be Tony Blair’s idea of heaven, a multicultural…
