I worry when politicians talk about the 1960s; I worry when they are pro-Sixties, because they’re trying to sound hip and young and any minute now they’ll tell you that they tried dope but it wasn’t for them. I worry more when they’re anti-Sixties, because they sound like the right-wing Margaret Thatcher. Carping about the 1960s liberal consensus serves only to distract from what is in fact an attack on human rights.
Nothing underlines the culture of intergender mistrust quite so well as the rise of the pre-nup. These are curious documents, signalling the financial intent of each party should the worst happen to their blessed union. As such, they are wholly misleading, since they are entered into in the spirit of generosity.
”Being British never seems to trigger much response, and certainly not in Manhattan, beyond the very courteous ‘I love your accent’ — the only statement in the world to which there is absolutely no answer. (What are you supposed to say? ‘Thanks! My mum has got one just like it!’)”. A legal alien, an English woman in New York, comments on the complex and textured relationship between the two nations.
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/ 10 October 2003
The Craig David phenomenon is a funny one. On the one hand, he’s a shining beacon of authenticity in a sea of schlock pop created by middle-aged men. Yet, on the other hand, when he launched his solo career, with Fill Me In and Seven Days (both UK number ones), it was pretty cheesy. Zoe Williams contemplates Craig.
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/ 25 October 2002
The love between men and gadgets is a pure and eternal one, for which there are many and varied reasons. However, their love for the bogus, catalogue-type gadget is without doubt the weirdest. You know, gadgets like the wine-pourer, the electric carving knife, and so on.