Independent
From the start, I knew I’d be the Independent’s last print editor
I knew, the minute my job was first mooted, on the steps of San Francesco church in the sun-drenched, mafia-infested…
I’ve been sacked more times than I can exactly remember. It teaches you nothing
The Oldie magazine — of which, until otherwise advised, I appear to be the editor — runs an occasional article…
Everyone says they’re Charlie. In Britain, almost no one is
Je suis Charlie indeed. This is the problem with placards — there is rarely enough room to fit in the caveats,…
I was forced on to the internet in the 1980s. I still don't belong there
With regard to modern technology, I find that people of around my age — by which I mean people in…
