Jonathan Meades
Hold the back page
Football was once a spectacle. The grotesque Qatar World Cup reminds us of all it has become
Despising all that they hold dear
Politics is but a subset; the true villain is belief, says Jonathon Green of Jonathan Meades’s new release
A wealth of glorious objects and images
A new book about the discovery of classical sculptures and frescoes is itself a real treasure
Why was I the only reporter?
On the sentencing of the Rotherham grooming gang
St. Vincent
The acclaim is excessive but the talent undeniable
Carole Cadwalladr’s conspiracy theory
The feverish paranoia obscures valid questions
Imaginary friends
The idea of a synthetic companion that knows everything about you goes well beyond friendship
Why Twitter needs the libs
Strange as it sounds, we will miss them if they go
A passionate battler for buildings
A manichaean choice between the organic adaptation of old buildings and the beauty of the new
Fabian fry-up
After last night’s disco, a very hungover conference is ready for a hearty plate of social democracy
The EU is leaving Britain behind on immigration
The continent is waking up to the need for solutions, and Britain must wake up as well
The monumental cradles of democracy
Squeezed into a single large volume, readers can now find a remarkable account of the Greek city
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Kemi wants a correction, and Keir could appear on celebrity TV
