Terence Blacker
Terence Blacker: From taboo to a modern fetish

Published: 29 November 2005
Terence Blacker: No wonder the West End is in crisis

Published: 25 November 2005
Terence Blacker: I live in a 'horror conversion' - and here's why

Published: 23 November 2005
Terrence Blacker: The perfect 21st-century love affair

Published: 18 November 2005
Terence Blacker: Prince Charles, our newest literary star

Published: 15 November 2005
Terence Blacker: Our sneaking regard for life's scrappers

Published: 11 November 2005
Terence Blacker: The bland face of modern Britain

Published: 08 November 2005
Terence Blacker: Disgruntlement makes us what we are

Published: 04 November 2005
Terence Blacker: How the world turned into a village marketplace

Published: 01 November 2005
Terence Blacker: Warning: passive nannying can be dangerous

Published: 28 October 2005
Terence Blacker: Celebrity rots the brain - even Mr Fry's

Published: 25 October 2005
Terence Blacker: Mindless panic is turning us into wimps

Published: 21 October 2005
Terence Blacker: Supermarkets on a shoplifting spree

Published: 18 October 2005
Terence Blacker: The new science of happiness

Published: 07 October 2005
Terence Blacker: Censorship the Victorians would be proud of

Published: 04 October 2005
Terence Blacker: We need the awkward squad

Published: 01 October 2005
It has been a week in which sitcom characters have invaded public life. Dear old Private Godfrey from Dad's Army tottered into the Labour Party conference, tremulously asked to be excused from the Iraq war and was ejected by Blair's bouncers as part of the Prime Minister's new respect campaign. A bolshy woman of a certain age, somewhere between Hyacinth Bucket and Margo from The Good Life, was sent to jail for non-payment of tax and then, to her great rage, released, while in Southampton, a court has been hearing the terrible story of Marlborough College's own version of the middle-class rebel Rik from The Young Ones.
Terence Blacker: Bullying has moved into the technological age

Published: 27 September 2005
One of the many laudable aspects of the late John Peel was that, even when he had become something of a national treasure, he avoided playing the games that the famous like to play. He neither boasted about his rather odd life, nor did he go in for the fake modesty that plays so well on chat shows. But the greatest miracle was that he avoided joining the great keening, blubbing army of celebrities who had, they claim, unhappy childhoods.
Terence Blacker: What's the point of going to university now?

Published: 23 September 2005
Terence Blacker: Whatever happened to the dirty weekend?

Published: 20 September 2005
Terence Blacker: Isn't it fun seeing cricketers out on a bender...

Published: 16 September 2005
Terence Blacker: The virtues of disgusting England

Published: 13 September 2005
Terence Blacker: What is the point of the countryside?

Published: 09 September 2005
Terence Blacker: We are all debased by this seeping vulgarity

Published: 06 September 2005
Terence Blacker: Why some men's sex lives are so compelling

Published: 02 September 2005
Terence Blacker: The evocative things people leave behind

Published: 30 August 2005