Arthur Conan Doyle
Sherlock Holmes plays the white man
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s many passions included a view of Empire that would today be regarded as racist
Why Sherlock Holmes remains the greatest detective
There is no need to make Sherlock Holmes more likeable, part of his brilliance is in his ambiguity
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The popular economist is irritating, but more importantly he is mistaken
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Solent mean
Solent PhD student frozen out after introducing Roger Scruton into seminar
A chaplain’s vindication
The case of Dr Bernard Randall has exposed the rot in our institutions
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FIFA is scoring a pathetic own goal with its treatment of football
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Pinning the failures of the government on Keir Starmer alone will not work
Europe’s French nuclear shield?
With the NATO alliance under threat, will
Europe really trust President Macron’s
offer of a pan-EU nuclear deterrent?
A day out at Unite the Kingdom
Tommy Robinson’s latest demonstration was a peculiarly hammy affair
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
Racing in revolt
The sport continues along a path towards its collapse, spurning any opportunity for reform
Keir’s logorrhoea
The prime minister has a lot to say — but does any of it actually matter?
The artist formerly known as Nero
The life and death of Rome’s last Julio-Claudian emperor revealed every Roman fear about the dangers of one-man rule
Scotland’s biggest legal scandal
Hundreds of men could have being denied their right to a fair trial because of a justice system that rules important character evidence inadmissible
Unholy war
The Kremlin’s actions contradict its image of itself
The decline of British food culture
The products of social media virality and high street homogenisation leave the ambitious diner as cold as a neglected jacket potato