Issue 21
October 22, 2024
Clive Martin

The More They Feel, the More They Buy

Mad//fest, or Madfest for short, is an advertising and marketing conference where speakers declaim that 'brands are dead' or 'brands are God.'
Lauren Bensted

Over the Hill and Far Away

Every summer Barnard Castle hosts a special festival dedicated to the music of John Martyn: a moveable Graceland in the Teeside Hills.
Bron Maher

A Load of Bollocks

What do revellers at one of London's most naked sex clubs think of the Labour Party? Our special correspondent stripped off and asked other bare clubbers what they thought of the Autumn budget.
Claudia Cockerell

Down on the Farm

Deep in the dark heart of Bamford Country, mutiny brews. For the past two decades, Lady Carole has transformed the Cotswolds. But what do the locals really think of her?
Ella Fox-Martens

Icarus Also Flew

Deep in the heart of the world’s first lockdown, Ella Fox-Martens flew from Perth to London to move in with a man she'd fallen in love with but had never met. This is their love story.
Miles Ellingham & Cormac Kehoe

The Buddha of Siberia

Today, Evgeny Lebedev sees himself as London's media mogul du jour. Once, he was just the nepo baby of former KGB agent.
John Banville

A Memorable Meal

Novelist John Banville once went for lunch in an Umbrian tavern. He's remembered it for the past fifty years. He recounts it for us now.
Max Daly

A Hackney Story

In the early 2000s, Clapton was the scene of a spate of public shootings, often conducted in broad daylight. The area earned the tabloid sobriquet ‘Murder Mile’. But who was behind the violence?
Anonymous

A Long Stretch

Ever wondered what happens on a long-term jury trial? A jury foreman reveals all. Well, not quite all. That would be contempt.
The Fence

Snooker Loopy

Two writers face off in a grudge match of snooker: the fanciful, ludicrous game of punished error and forced embarrassment. Róisín Lanigan cues off first...
The Fence

Nobel Endeavours II

We return to ask some stupid questions of the smartest people on Earth and, once more, our Nobelists oblige.