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Between celebrating her Jubilee, making her acting debut and receiving news of her first great grandchild, 2012 has been a rather splendid year for th...
It was a bit of a shock, albeit a pleasant one, when I headed recently to Fortnum & Mason for my first visit to their legendary Jubilee tea salon. Yes, yes, I know it's been going for donkey's years.
I won't lie. I was starting to give up on humanity. I was feeling generally miserable about recent reports of record amounts of melting ice in the Arctic, Mitt Romney's eternally moronic campaign in the US and our current situation of ever rising economic destruction and damning of human rights by the Coalition.
As afternoon teas go, I've had some truly horrendous experiences, some especially wonderful experiences and some in between; afternoon tea at The Soho Hotel, was charmingly decadent and very much a wonderful experience.
I love the Olympics, love the endeavour, the challenge to push the limits of human capability. I love the competition, the striving, the winning and the losing; the podium moments, the team hugs and the heartbreak interviews. But that is not what the torch relay or indeed, these Games themselves are about. They are about consumption.
One of Andy Warhol's final works could raise £60,000 when it is auctioned on Wednesday. The copy of the American pop artist's 1985 portrait of the...
I genuinely wish Andy Murray the best of luck at Wimbledon, as I do all the competitors, because I take a passing interest in tennis and thus feel qualified to express some half-hearted sentiments about it.
A lavishly decorated sword and scabbard presented to Edward VII by an Indian Maharajah to mark his coronation will be one of the star attractions of a...
Like many people, as a boy I was repeatedly transfixed by a Saturday morning's viewing in which my parents' TV screen seemed like a window to a bygone age. Massed regiments of foot soldiers, brass bands and regimental standards provided magical scenes.
Is the future of our flag in jeopardy? Has our flag become a logo that flogs cheap apparel during times of nationalism decided by marketing teams? If Scotland gain independence do we need to change the flag?
The security industry watchdog is looking into allegations that a firm made unpaid workers sleep rough under a bridge in central London before being d...
Brits don't really want to be branded. A favourite pastime might be moaning about the state of our country, but woe betide any other nationality finding fault with our home state. We have the best of everything, and sometimes the worst (I'm thinking mainly about the weather, although you can take your pick from the economy, our teeth and all manner of other stereotypical issues) but it is ours, which counts for a lot. The past week has showcased that in all its glory.
From fat cats to posh toffs - via Ed Miliband, jubilee celebrations and a little Photoshop magic - enjoy our round-up of this week's silliest pictures...
Judging from the media coverage of the Diamond Jubilee celebrations you'd think that the entire British population are ardent monarchists. Critical, dissenting voices were mostly ignored and sidelined. Journalistic balance and impartiality was supplanted in favour of fawning sycophancy towards the royals.
I turned six (one for each decade) phone boxes pink by wrapping them in an alternative version of the union jack. My design for the BT Diamond Jubilee ArtBox project was chosen as 'the' design and so for the last six weeks I have been moulding, casting, painting, filling and fixing!
Personally, I view the Royal Family much as a football-sceptic must view the hype and fervour generated by England going to a World Cup. I take minimal interest in it, do not fully understand what the fuss is about, would rather my nation devoted itself to more important matters, and will probably only tune in if it went to penalties. Which it has not done since 1649.
So the weather may have been a little unforgiving, and the traffic in central London a bit of a nightmare, but that didn't stop well wishers up an...
My word, we've seen a lot of the Queen over the past four days. But as the bunting comes down and the people of Britain reluctantly shuffle off bac...
Eagle-eyed royalists - or anyone with a pair of eyes, really - will have noticed a couple of Jubilee-themed Marmite posters slapped up on walls and ho...
A wall previously daubed by graffiti artist Banksy has been re-painted with an image of the Queen as diamond jubilee celebrations take hold of Bristol...
In a day full of Jubilee TV, Gary Barlow: On Her Majesty's Service achieved the honour of being the most nauseating show of all yesterday.
The comedian Stephen Fry led criticism of the BBC's Diamond Jubilee coverage on Sunday, branding it "mind-numbingly tedious" and dubbing a reporter "i...
I have an unhealthy obsession with my birthday. I think I'm a birthday addict. The sight of a pristeen white envelope or the rustle of a wrapped present send me into a frenzy. I love everyone else's birthdays too. Card shops are my favourite haunts.
The flags are flying, the bunting is out in force and most people I know have an element of excitement about them, parallel to a child at Christmas. But why do I ask? Is it because we've a four day weekend? What better excuse to party?
