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Brian Viner: Why no grieving when plants go?

We suffered a death in our house this week. Actually, the death might have occurred weeks or even months ago, we can't be sure. And no, it wasn't the great-aunt we keep in the attic. It was the old plumbago that lived in our conservatory, our absolute pride and joy, with its delicate pale-blue flowers that every summer and autumn, and sometimes into November, filled an entire wall, from floor to roof.

Inside Columnists

Tom Sutcliffe: Not all boredom makes you drowsy

Friday, 15 April 2011

The week in culture

John Walsh: Naked hitmen in a bathtub? Get a life

Friday, 15 April 2011

BTW...

Is anything worse than a reformed celebrity hellraiser?

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Julie Burchill: Celebrities parade guilt and redemption as though they were the latest designer lust-haves.

Cooper Brown: Limits

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Mulligan called me from Scotland saying that he’d dumped the Lesbian Sticker Lady somewhere near Oban and that she had “got the message”.

Cooper Brown: Winning the War

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

We were up early for the second day of “Operation Lesbian Sticker Lady”. Mulligan armed the Quattroporte again. Anybody touching it would get a severe electric shock. Mulligan had shown me his hands that had been burnt raw from when he'd tested it. He now had them wrapped in bandages.

Cooper Brown: Stake out

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

I parked the Quattroporte on the other side of the street from the Cooperdome so that I could take advantage of the good weather to sit on the balcony and observe “Operation Lesbian Sticker Lady”.

Tom Sutcliffe: Tolerance doesn't mean removing the intolerable

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Social Studies: The best defence against the offensive and wrong-headed may be restrained indifference

Cooper Brown: Shock

Monday, 11 April 2011

I was finally allowed to see what Mulligan had been building to capture the Lesbian Sticker Lady. It seemed to be a series of wires with sucker pads on the end.

Editor-At-Large: Will the men at the top please stop their snivelling, and work?

Sunday, 10 April 2011

What happened to the stiff upper lip? I grew up in a household where hugging and unseemly displays of emotion were strictly rationed. In old family photos we all stand separately, Dad with arms crossed and a grim expression, Mum smiling in a clean pinny and pearls. Appearance was all. When I married for a third time, mum's reaction was typical of her generation. She complained, "I won't be able to hold my head up in the street", followed by "What on earth will the neighbours think?". I am a product of the post-war years when the working classes worked, and expected the blokes running the country to get on with their task and tell us only what was necessary.

Dom Joly: My daughter played a tree, but she was really wooden

Sunday, 10 April 2011

I've been sitting at home, desperately trying to polish off the rough script for my upcoming UK tour. It's got to the stage where I really can't do much more until I give it a trial run in this week's London warm-up. I really needed to think about something else for a while.

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