The Oldie
The grumpy genius of Raymond Briggs
No one captures better than Raymond Briggs the ambivalence that many of us feel towards the festive season, says Daisy Dunn
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…
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…
Here I am on Twelfth Night with nothing but benevolence to look back on
For the past two and a half years my brother John has been living next door to me in the…
Lottery winners are strikingly unimaginative about spending money
I thought that this week I might write about memory loss, but couldn’t remember if I’d written about it last…
The war on e-cigarettes is enough to make me give up giving up
I have been, on and off, a lifelong smoker; but I gave up in January 2009 on the day of…
On being fired – and hired – as an editor
Last week was unusual. At the start of it, I was mooching about in the country in my customary way,…
I want to age like the Three Tenors
In February each year the Oldie magazine gives ‘Oldie of the Year Awards’ to people who show unusual vigour and…
