Adam James Pollock
Adam James Pollock is a writer and photographer, and the author of Sustenance. He tweets at @AdamPollock
The plague of “street art”
It is the local council equivalent of putting lipstick on a pig
The curious rebirth of Gregorian chant
Is Gregorian Chant this generation’s cool music?
The joys of the jumbo breakfast roll
Forget health for a moment and embrace grease and flavour
The harms of halal slaughter
We should not accept animal cruelty in the name of religious toleration
The tastes of Tallinn
British cooks could learn a lot from Estonian cuisine
Ireland’s forgotten wine history
Put down that pint glass and reach for a bottle
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The establishment is still living in an immigration fantasy land
It is influential left-wingers, not the broader public, who have deluded themselves on mass migration
American strategy in Iran is wiser than it seems
President Trump’s intervention will leave the world safer than it was
Saint Nicola
Nicola Sturgeon wants sympathy for her husband’s crimes—but after years spent avoiding awkward questions, her latest reinvention may be the hardest sell yet.
On Britain as a capitalist command economy
It is neither neoliberal nor socialist but a secret third thing
The lonely death of Henry Nowak
We must draw lessons from a horrendous and disgraceful case
Grey expectations
Saving England’s native red squirrel will require harsh measures
A show to make you afraid of the dark
Opera is the repository of everything crass and depraved in what is laughingly called European “civilisation”
Manic and messianic
The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui, Royal Shakespeare Company
The Hollywood starlet and the immigration albatross
Free marketeers were too content to ignore the negative externalities of immigration
The imprudence of Dame Prue
Dame Prue Leith is spreading errors about assisted suicide
Scotland should reject assisted suicide
It is dangerous, and arrogant, and premised on irrational fears
Anti-gambling campaigners need a reality check
Affordability checks on punters are counter-productive
In defence of Gary Stevenson
If economists were only those with doctorates, we would have to ignore both the market’s wisdom and many of its most perceptive critics
Literary freedom is in the gutter
The disappearance of a praiseful review for a “cancelled” writer is as disturbing as it is bizarre
Prosthetic, pathetic, human
Angela de la Cruz’s playful and ghastly art touches a raw nerve
