The Sins of the Fathers
The least surprising thing about the latest revelations of the Irish Catholic Church's complicity in thousands of cases of horrific child abuse is that almost none of it is surprising at all. Shocking, yes, but not surprising. Even those of us with an appropriately cynical view of the Chuch, mind you, can only marvel at the breathtaking mendacity displayed by the Church. The Archbishop of Tuam, Michael Neary, says he is " mindful of the perceived hollowness of repeated apologies" and he has a point. Because until they were caught, the Church displayed no remorse whatsoever. Time and

If you want to restore Cabinet government, you have to reduce the size of the Cabinet
In the politics column this week, I write about how the Tories plan to hand over many of the traditional policy making powers of the Cabinet to a seven man policy board. The Cameroons are going to do this partly because it is a model that has worked well for them in oppoistion and that they are comfortable with but also because the Cabinet is just too large for effective, detailed discussions about policy. The sha

The week that was
Here are some of the posts made at Spectator.co.uk over the past week. Fraser Nelson wonders if Britain's economy is turning Japanese. James Forsyth highlights the risk that a hung parliament poses to UK bond market, and makes the case for sending 40,000 troops to Afghanistan. Peter Hoskin spots Lord

The coming sandstorm
The FT’s Alphaville blog has published a table detailing foreign banks’ exposure in the UAE. Look away now because it’s horrific. Of course not all of this lending was to Dubai, but those sort of funds are unlikely to be required by Abu Dhabi, with its gigantic oil profits and £900bn wealth fund. If Abu Dhabi doesn’t bail out its ailing partner, you can bet your bottom dollar who will. 

The greatest guitar riff of all time
Readers of Music Radar have compiled a list of the 100 greatest guitar riffs ever. Guess what topped the poll? I’m standing at the edge of a mountain and I cut it down with the edge of my hand. That’s right; it’s Jimmy Hendrix’s Voodoo Chile. And why not - listening to it again I was obliged to play surreptitious air guitar beneath my desk. Like all lists, this one is painfully predictable, narrow-minded and completely