mrs miniver's daughter

So sad that's he gone. He was so joyously full of life and ideas that would have kept him busy had he lived to be 150. I'll own up ...

Of all the paintings I saw yesterday when I was tootling around (one big exhibition, three little ones) this was the one I most wanted to t...

Long-listed for the Booker Prize. Short-listed as possibly the most tedious, banal, pretentious load of tripe I've ever had the misfort...

I never imagined I could be so engrossed in a novel, translated from the Norwegian, about one small family scratching out a living on a tin...

You wouldn't look at this and immediately think Lucian Freud, would you? And I can't say I've thought of pairing daffodils and ...

I've been promising myself a blast of Hockney colour for weeks now and it was actually a mild - dry! - sunny afternoon when I finall...

If only it would stop raining, I might have something to write about - but though I tell myself bracingly that I won't dissolve in the...