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Zohran Mamdani raised eyebrows at a gathering of global mayors this week with remarks that sharply broke with recent trends in progressive urban governance.

There is a famous sketch from the Nineties TV satire Brass Eye in which an older man is shown a series of photographs of women, immediately judging whether or not he would have sex with them.

The existential risks of rogue AI, though difficult to judge, are surely worth taking seriously.

It was a week of emotional goodbyes for my 18-year-old daughter as she left home for university.

When President Trump and Lina Khan agree, there is reason to take note.

Another week, another depressing update on the state of Britain’s debt, with public-sector borrowing rising to an eye-watering £18.3 billion in August.

In September 2015, Xi Jinping made his first state visit to Washington, DC.

The 21st century is an age of information warfare, and the British public is in the trenches.

As the Global War on Terror got underway at the turn of the 21st century, then-President George W.

In February 1940, my godmother, Freya Stark, arrived in Sana’a carrying a forbidden cinematograph projector.

Every July, a handful of the richest people in America fly private into Idaho, zip up their fleece vests, and decide the future of American media over breakfast.

It’s 2006, and a team of paedo-hunters have lured a man to a sting house on the promise of watching a 14-year-old girl molest her cat in an act somehow involving Cool Whip.

The King has had a word with the giants of the AI industry, so one assumes that all is now well and the Apocalypse has been called off for lack of support.

Another year, another United Nations General Assembly that slows traffic to a crawl for ordinary New Yorkers.

Ever since the death of Diana, the decadence of Britain’s ruling class has grown ever more impossible to ignore.

Off the coast of Hiiumaa, history is about to be made.

Earlier this year, a pressure-resistant glass orb was placed on the seabed somewhere off the coast of Japan.

One of the greatest works of Central European literature is The Man Without Qualities.

The trial of Lindsay Clancy, the Massachusetts mother who strangled her three children to death, has gripped and divided America.

You were born in China around the 2000s.

The year is 2038.

If their self-proclamations are anything to go by, two of the proudest Jews in Britain right now are the Foreign Secretary, Ed Miliband, and Zack Polanski, leader of the Green Party.

In many ways, the British Left was made in Holborn and St Pancras.

Don’t hate Canadian author Naomi Klein and Canadian-American filmmaker-activist Astra Taylor for their overheated declaration that we are living in the age of something called End Times Fascism: And the Fight for the Living World — the title of the duo’s…

“I didn’t like what you wrote about….”

It is the big new fear in AI development: coldly rational minds pretending to be good, while doing something else entirely.

Yemen has always been defined by its topography.

British prime ministers in the 21st century have come in several shades.

There is a peculiar double standard that journalists apply to Britain’s elected leaders.

“THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING”.

A flurry of researchers had issued warnings, but Donald Trump was not to be moved.

There were 50% more bachelors in the United States last year than there were at the turn of the new millennium.

Over the past year, the AI community has become increasingly worried over the behaviour of autonomous agents.

“My understanding is the cameras are only on the highways,” warbles Laurene Weste, the placid silver-haired mayor of Santa Clarita, California.

2006.

For the better part of a decade, progressive Democrats have desperately sought to recruit working-class candidates able to win back a crucial constituency: blue-collar voters, particularly men.

In 666 AD, St Wilfrid, an Anglo-Saxon bishop, was returning from France to the British Isles when his ship ran aground on the coast of Sussex, where he and his shipmates were attacked by pagan South Saxons.

Earlier this month, President Trump posted an image apparently showing new uniforms for the US Space Force.

“The only way to get a full-time job in this university,” a senior colleague recently told me, tongue not-that-firmly in cheek, “is if somebody quits or dies.”

Gloria Romero tells a story about how education policy is made in California that would be funny if it weren’t so tragic.

At a packed village hall meeting in picturesque Piddington, parish council leader Tim McNally railed against the British state.

These days one reads fewer stories proclaiming the turning of the tide in the Russia-Ukraine war.

When, in 2024, the fashion model Julia Fox said she hadn’t had sex since 2021, I found it interesting — but not at all surprising.

I had my first sight of Edna O’Brien on the stage of the Gate Theatre in Dublin in the mid-Sixties.

It’s nearly 9 pm inside Dallas’s American Airlines Center, and Trump supporters are waving their cowboy hats in the air.

I cannot recall the year now; I ought to be ashamed.

Montague Rhodes James was the greatest writer of ghost stories in the English language.

The Houthi leaders who’ve overrun the Yemeni coast of the Bab el-Mandeb are a piece of work.

The groin wants what it wants, as Emily Dickinson didn’t quite write.

On Monday, Jacob Coxon briefly became the most talked-about man in Silicon Valley.