Maureen Lipman

Dress sense

‘My own red carpet days have long since mutated into brown lino nights, but looking back at the times I borrowed a designer frock for a nomination, I usually spent the evening feeling faintly immoral’

Strangers on a train

"Martin? Me again, I got cut off. No, still on the train. Just past Milton Keynes."

Vote, vote, vote for Comrade Corbyn

An eavesdropper reports from a Labour volunteers' briefing: avoid Jewish households—not that they matter

Wokiness abounds

'I’ve decided against taking the Medea job. It was a really hard decision but in the end I felt the part should go to an actress— sorry an actor, of either sex obviously — who really had eaten her children'

Listening in

‘It’s just with regard to, like, discussion about anti-Semitism . . . well, I just keep thinking one thing. Why is it always them?’

A book you can safely pass over

The radical Jewdas Haggadah provides a rag-week version of the Passover ceremony for pubescent Marxists

No, Jeremy Corbyn

'Sometimes I would just like to be a mere citizen — an actress, not a Jewish actress'

Tomorrow Belongs To Jerem-Me

"The unthinkable is happening. The thrice-married, terrorist-sympathising, absolver of anti-Semites, 500-time voter against his own party, refusenik of anthem and servicemen tributes, utterly unproven Jeremy Corbyn will become our next Prime Minister"

The Future Is Orange

"If this man makes America great again, I will eat a sombrero"

Underrated: Abroad

The ravenous longing for the infinite possibilities of “otherwhere”

The king of cakes

"Yuletide revels were designed to see you through the dark days — and how dark they seem today"