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Simon Hattenstone

Caroline Criado-Perez and the plague of misogynist trolls

Feminist activist, Caroline Criado-Perez has been forced into hiding after getting death threats.

Patti Smith: The accidental rocker who woke the world

She was the angry, androgynous runaway who got chatted up by Ginsberg and had an affair with Mapplethorpe. At 66, Smith shows no sign of mellowing.

Snoop Dogg is dead, long live Snoop Lion

He is the former pimp married to his childhood sweetheart; the shrewd businessman who smokes 30 joints a day.

Damien Hirst: ‘Anyone can be Rembrandt’

Since his coronation as King of Britart in the early 1990s, British artist Damien Hirst has never been short of self-belief, acclaim -- or cash.

Confessions of Miss Mischief

Marjane Satrapi gusts into the room like a hurricane. She is a tiny woman propped up on huge white platform heels.

Fuel on the Formula One fire

Has there ever been a face quite as misleading as Lewis Hamilton's? With the sweetest of smiles, pencil-thin sideburns and an almost hairless face, he looks like a cherub in leathers. But don't be fooled. Hamilton is one of the toughest men in sport.

Serena’s weepy classic

There is nothing that reduces me to a howling baby more than an unlikely sporting triumph -- Kelly Holmes staring at the screen unsure that she has won her first Olympic gold before yelping with joy; Manchester City coming from 2-0 down to beat Gillingham at Wembley. Serena Williams provided those of us that way inclined with another all-time weepy classic last weekend.

Elvis is all shook up

Is there a man in football with more responsibilities than Stephen Pressley? The Hearts and Scotland stalwart is not only a centre-back and captain (though the latter is currently subject to debate), he is also his club's shop steward, counsellor, leader of the players' popular revolutionary front and whistle-blower in chief.

What a celebration tells us about the scorer

A week ago many Manchester City fans regarded Bernardo Corradi as a goal-squandering mercenary who did a passable impression of Joe Jordan's grandmother. And now? He is the king of cool, emperor of the urbane, the Falstaff of football.

Every underdog has its day

Monday morning, and the world shines anew. Grown men skip down the street, pensioners raise their walking sticks in solidarity, babies gurgle contentedly, unseasonal birds tweet the Internationale. ''Lovely day!'' says the man selling tickets at the Tube station. I don't think I've seen him smile before.

Roy Keane: Shades of Brian Clough

So what exactly did Keano say to his players in the Inaugural Roy Keane Motivation Lecture? His Sunderland team were 1-0 down against Derby County at half-time. Was it something as suggestive as, ''I know a couple of fellas...''? Or as simple as, ''Nice kneecaps''? If we're going by past form, perhaps he pinned the entire team against the wall with one hand and slapped them with the other.

Soccer, a game without frontiers

A group of Iraqi and English boys show their elders how to make peace. Clissold Park, Hackney, isn't the obvious setting for an international peace conference. But here on an improvised football pitch, kids from England and Iraq are learning to live with each other.

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