There is a theory in Ireland that the country’s bog bodies may be the remains of failed kings, ritually killed on Samhain
By Gus Carter
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Whatever spick and span reminds us of, it is as an idiom with a cheery meaning of its own
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I wonder if London — or any of the great cities — will ever be the same again?
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Oscar and Klynton are visiting us in Provence and a 100-degree heatwave has hit. There’s only one place to be
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The English language as written today is often nearly incomprehensible on first reading
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I pour myself a tumbler of rotgut and settle in with the names, these glorious names
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They’re funny, the Swiss, known as dullards because they lack Italian fire and Spanish passion, but what would we do without them?
By Taki
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Tacitus made the Caledonian leader Calgacus remark that Romans ‘make a desert and call it peace’
By Peter Jones
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