My fellow dinner guests made me feel like a combination of Messalina and Lady Macbeth
What is it about loud American women that makes men like Charlie Glass and myself, two fairer-sex-obsessed males, wince?
Why do monsters make such good writers?
Hitler put down ‘writer’ as his occupation while starving and unemployed in Vienna
What makes Bloomie run?
Let’s not hear it for the little guy
Why Spectator readers are the nicest people
Even the Anglophobe Alexandra, my wife, has become an instant Anglophile on their account
The TV show that rots young minds
Euphoria is doing for young people’s morality what British Bomber Command and the USAAF did for the architecture of Dresden
Why Harvey Weinstein cried on the phone to me
Morally he’s guilty as hell, and legally too, now. But I’m not sure about the rest
Why Bloomberg will be president
Trump spent $66 million of his own fortune in 2016, but the cynical Bloomberg laughs at the puny Trump wealth
The appeal of ugly men
Women want something more than looks, and if brains are not on offer, then power will do nicely
New York has really gone to pot when the tallest skyscrapers lie empty
Bad taste and bad manners are ubiquitous in New York, so why should good taste suddenly prevail in putting up buildings?
The Middle East for dummies
Assad is not the worst guy in Syria. That label belongs to the US-armed and financed ‘moderate rebels’
Why 2019 has been a wonderful year
There will never be an age limit for skiing in Gstaad because most rich people don’t ski
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
