St James’s
A lunch good enough to lift Tory spirits
Things could have been worse. My host was determined to lunch al fresco, and after all it was late June.…
The bizarre history of London’s private members’ clubs
At the height of the IRA’s terrorist campaign on mainland Britain in December 1974, a bomb was lobbed through the…
My fellow dinner guests made me feel like a combination of Messalina and Lady Macbeth
I was walking up St James’s and happy to be in London. For a change I was not rushing but…
Where the Whigs went
A book about one of the London clubs, published to mark its 250th anniversary, might be regarded as of extremely…
