Prince Andrew and me
Stupidity reigns supreme
I’d rather live under communism than the tyranny of social media
My advice to my fellow octogenarians? Lay off the cocaine
The most uplifting film ever made
Ladies in Black is the type of movie we should all be watching
The differences between British and American readers
The New York Times is the media institution that plays the most destructive role in American life
Why Roy Cohn is not one of the world’s most evil men
He may have had a gruff exterior but I always thought he was gooey inside
What you can tell about a man from his choice of underwear
I have always been suspicious of men who wear ball-huggers, as my son calls them, rather than boxer shorts
An elegy for New York
The city’s character has been irretrievably lost
Why I prefer cows to humans
The four-legged beasts are an improvement on the kind of tourists we’ve been getting of late
How to be a man
Manhood is having a sense of duty that means you never leave a wife, but also a sense of entitlement that means you never give up a mistress
Upper East Side dinners with Bret Easton Ellis and Tom Wolfe
The evenings were informal and relaxed
Another birthday has got me down, but the alternative is being dead
I’ve never felt younger, but I have to stop giving advice to people
Standing on the Acropolis brings out the Greek in me
Greece for me is territorial, but for many foreigners it is cultural and artistic
Chatting to Bob Geldof about Boris Johnson and Brexit
Even Bob admits that Brexit has concentrated the minds of those lying bureaucrats in Brussels
No ‘cool’ people here: the joys of Serifos
Go to any island and you’ll see the men working and the women holding forth as mothers and housewives
Let’s choose our politicians by random selection
The politician who accepts power reluctantly and uses it sparingly is to be found only in Greek myths and in Shakespeare
Coco Gauff won fair and square, but she played terrible tennis
Sportsmanship is a thing of the past, and Wimbledon crowds now act like soccer fans
My feud with Conrad Black
Conrad had gone as far as to place yours truly next to Melania Trump at dinner
The death of New York’s nightlife
Was the Manhattan I first lived in a beautiful illusion embellished by the innocence of youth?
A lament for the UK and the US
I went to see the Oklahoma! revival and walked out
Memories of a misspent youth in Charlottesville
Sebastian Flyte had nothing on me
The comedy and tragedy of Trump
Just imagine what an intelligent writer could do with Trump’s presidency
Mortimer Sackler and me
A game of tennis with the founder of the disgraced drugs company told me all I needed to know about the man
I’m back in New York: the city that’s perennially offended
Welcome, filthy island packed to the gills with angry, mean, squat Trump haters who live in decrepit buildings they share with rat
Roger Federer, my hero
His elegance, manners, and sportsmanship will never be topped
New York: the fact – and fiction
I’ve had a good time in the Bagel and am always reluctant to leave it, but nostalgia has its limits
