Jeffrey Archer on his best-selling books, his illness and the mystery of why Lady Mary Archer sticks with him

Why on earth is she still with him? That’s what everybody wonders about the brilliant scientist Mary Archer and her lying, cheating ex-jailbird of a husband Jeffrey. But very few dare to ask him to his face. ‘Ha! Nobody asks that who knows us,’ says Lord Archer of Weston-Super-Mare, laughing out loud. ‘That is only said by peopleContinue reading “Jeffrey Archer on his best-selling books, his illness and the mystery of why Lady Mary Archer sticks with him”

Why Frank Gardner has a stronger handshake than Arnold Schwarzenegger on Black Friday

Frank Gardner has a stronger handshake than Arnold Schwarzenegger. Neither smells like David Beckham. That is what I can reveal today as three pieces appear in different titles at once, thanks to an accident of timing. Black Friday is a totally spurious American festival of greed for which Britain is going crazy all of aContinue reading “Why Frank Gardner has a stronger handshake than Arnold Schwarzenegger on Black Friday”

I Never Really Wanted To Be Archbishop Of Canterbury

Rowan Williams is a changed man. He was weary and weighed down towards the end of his time as Archbishop of Canterbury, wounded by the press and exhausted by the effort of trying to hold together a Church tearing itself apart. Today he is warm, welcoming and even seems to be walking taller at his surprisinglyContinue reading “I Never Really Wanted To Be Archbishop Of Canterbury”

The Archbishop of Canterbury’s Deadly Dilemma

The Archbishop of Canterbury was lost for words as he stood beside a mass grave. The bodies of two dozen murdered men and women lay at his feet in bags. The stench of death was in his nostrils, in 40C heat. Those who loved the slain were in tears. “All you could really do wasContinue reading “The Archbishop of Canterbury’s Deadly Dilemma”

Sir David Frost, did you sell your satirical soul?

How do you interview the master of the sit-down interview, the man who coaxed a sweaty mea culpa from tricky Richard Nixon? By waiting until he is 73 years old, and it’s late in the afternoon, and asking if he’s a sell out. Nicely, of course. He saw every question coming, and I’m not theContinue reading “Sir David Frost, did you sell your satirical soul?”