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John SturgisThe Spectator |
I awoke in the early afternoon of 31 December 1995 face down on the carpeted floor of a mansion house flat in Notting Hill with the...
For a spell in the late 1970s there were two pop groups which dominated the UK singles charts – both, coincidentally, vocal quartets from...
On Sunday, I was in deepest Wales, listening to birdsong, braying donkeys and a demented cockerel, but instead of getting away from it all I was...
When Sven-Göran Eriksson’s coffin was being paraded through the streets of his home town, ahead of his funeral, it was followed by a marching...
My wife had already been given morphine and they had just topped her up with ketamine. She was now so high she didn’t seem even to know where she...
It is hard to think of anyone in aviation history who has done more to degrade the passenger experience of air travel than the man who has run...
On the evening of 10 August 1996, I found myself lost in the grounds of a stately home in Hertfordshire, and very, very drunk. Everywhere I turned,...
The former England football manager Sven-Goran Eriksson died today. He had terminal cancer and said he expected to be dead before the year was out....
It’s become a regular occurrence: a friend or a friend-of-a-friend is visiting London, wants to go to a football game and messages asking for...
I have been fond of vests ever since those plain white cotton ones we wore for primary school athletics in the long ago and mythically hot summers...
Many previous football tournaments have had a signature motif: the Mexican wave in 1986, the irritating vuvuzelas in South Africa 2010, the...