A day out in London sees Jason Goodwin having a run-in with a car wash, paying tribute to a 20th century genius and ending up a prisoner of modern technology.
Our columnist tells a sad tale which brings to mind his own pain at losing a pair of dogs, who happily ran off playing one evening and never came back.
Our columnist takes his life into his own hands by witnessing the ceremonial destruction of Russian premier Vladimir Putin.
Roped into a speaking at a literary festival at the 11th hour, Jason Goodwin reminisces about the old cookbooks his mother wrote and worked from, which are ever-increasingly falling out…
I stopped on the hill. There had been a hard frost in the night, the first deep frost of autumn. The dogs cantered on cold paws across grass rimed with…
Our Spectator columnist lampoons the modern practice of filtering the dirt and germs out of our day-to-day lives, cautioning against the consequences this may have on our immune systems.
Our spectator columnist takes up a new skill to fight against the ravages of time - and the workings of your average British moth.
Jason Goodwin reflects on the present's increasing ability to reflect on the past, whether through radio programs, photograph albums or just a good book.
Our spectator columnist muses about the futility of bird ownership, given the large number of predators and their uncanny ability to break into the most fortified pen.
Time was when bright young things would leap into their E-Types and tear up the newly built M1, not so much for the thrill of driving fast as for the…
This week, our columnist reveals his secrets for creating a beautiful home-made cooking stock which will let you make all manner of wonderful dishes.
Our spectator columnist mules over the unfortunate truth that knowledge essential to adult life, such as how to file a tax return or wire a plug, is so missing from…
Our columnist Jason Goodwin tells a tale of clapped-out cars, ancient vans and a Czech shoe magnate who turned the lift into his office.
Our columnist Jason Goodwin laments the staggering decline of British wildlife and the depletion of our island's natural glories.
Our columnist takes a trip which sees him discover tales of murder, treason, desecration – and some rather pleasant gardens.
Jason Goodwin tells our readers why he's now decided to give a fig about the ancient fruit that's been growing in his garden for years.
Our spectator columnist discusses the longevity of cross-Channel ferries, with their delightful quirks and ever-changing experiences.
Our columnist explains what first prompted him to swap Bethnal Green for Bridport - and why he's never looked back since.
Our columnist, ever the reluctant tourist, laments his removal from country life for a family holiday.
The graduation ceremony of Jason Goodwin's son reminds our columnist of the latin prayers which were so prolific in his childhood.