Jane Merrick
Jane Merrick is Political Editor of The Independent on Sunday.
Jane Merrick: If you want a washboard stomach, get a washboard
27 May 2012 12:00 AM
Of the time my partner and I spend arguing, 90 per cent of it probably consists of bickering about housework. So, on Friday morning, rushing to get our daughter to nursery and then on to work, we were locking horns over who should change the sheets. After wasting valuable time snapping "it's your turn" at each other, we finally settled on a compromise: he would remove the old bedclothes and I would put on new ones.
Stop abuse of soldiers, says Miliband
27 May 2012 12:00 AM
The Labour leader reacts angrily to reports of uniformed soldiers being discriminated against
Jane Merrick: A mother's SOS - Save our Sure Starts
20 May 2012 12:00 AM
Free help is a godsend, but spare us the texts
Clegg condemns divide in schools as 'corrosive'
20 May 2012 12:00 AM
Lib Dem leader mounts withering attack on 'damaging' effects of inequality
If the Chelsea Flower Show is too posh for you, try the Chelsea Fringe
20 May 2012 12:00 AM
Of particular interest is the Oranges and Lemons Garden in Shoreditch, created with help from The Independent on Sunday
Jane Merrick: The Emperor's New Clothes (06/05/12)
06 May 2012 12:00 AM
Maude should 'come clean' about Virgin trip
29 April 2012 12:00 AM
Francis Maude, the minister in charge of transparency in government, has been accused of hiding more than £3,000 worth of hospitality he received from Richard Branson's Virgin Media.
Jane Merrick: The Emperor's New Clothes (29/04/12)
29 April 2012 12:00 AM
Special report: A story of hope in modern Britain
22 April 2012 12:00 AM
Liverpool is again thriving – and electing a new Mayor next month may help it find a leading role in UK plc. Jane Merrick reports on a people-led renaissance
Jane Merrick: All aboard the 16.48 sausage express to Euston
22 April 2012 12:00 AM
I saw them from the other end of the platform, waiting for the train doors to open: four men, thick-set and pink-faced, wearing smart suits. They looked a bit like upmarket butchers on a business trip. As I got closer, but not that close, I heard their voices: loud, baritone and constant, drowning out the voice of the station announcer. Don't want to be sharing a carriage with them for two hours, I thought, and hurried past them on to Coach D.





