Donald MacInnes documents a year of oddness, from spray tans to spider spray...
Jessica Ennis-Hill is basically just there to make us financially sleepy
There’s a definite mood to reclaim this feast from Big Retail
The majority of gift-givers will be spending a total of £282.70 on presents, an increase of 3.5 per cent, according to research
As late as 2013 they earned 84 cents for every dollar taken home by a man... I would be ashamed to meet Emmeline Pankhurst today and have to try to explain to her why my generation was still keeping women down financially
The modus operandi which could only be described as ‘monster sleazy’
Donald MacInnes visited the hotel's restaurant to see if the eaterie had what it takes to be afforded by people without hedge funds
If no one knows who he is, how will he feed all of the little Banksies?
If she keeps her promises, I'm assuming the Rotherham MP Sarah Champion will have paid back the £17 she claimed from the public purse to pay for a Remembrance Day poppy wreath.
To know that millennia of love-making are down to the romantic entanglements of a Scottish trout is enormously pleasing
Being as I have always been honest about my status as a sort of placebo wordsmith – giving the impression of having genuine journalistic acumen without actually having any quantifiable justification for doing so – one might imagine that few people within the serious media world would give me the time of day. Not so.
To celebrate this milestone, four Independent writers recall their Fiestas with pride
There are a few bar owners in Glasgow I'd like to take to court
Two stories this week involving spurious lawsuits. First, New Jersey teenager Rachel Canning is suing her parents for £400-a-week “child support”, as well as demanding they pay her college fees and legal costs.
If you are a fan of musical theatre (and if you are, what the hell are you doing reading this? Shouldn't you be out in the back garden practising your big solo number at the end of Act Two?), you will be gutted to hear that Andrew Lloyd Webber's latest musical, which bears the decidedly unextravagant title of Stephen Ward, is to close after it lasted in London's glittering West End less than four months.
Merkel swept past me as I was riding my scooter to work this week