Murder on the allotment: ‘She was everything that he wanted to be’

She was the respected allotment committee secretary, he was an ambitious fellow plot holder: why did he kill her? In a corner of London, close to the busy Edgware Road, there is a secret garden. Tucked away on a residential street, the gate has the words Colindale Gardens and

Titania McGrath: laugh if you want, but wokes no joke

Lampooning the language of social justice is a cheap shot In Jean-Paul Sartres play Huis Clos, three characters are chucked into a room and forced to reality is equally inescapable, albeit in jollier surroundings and with a furry animal on hand. I feel your bemusement: why thank you, SparkNotes, you might say, but where are we going with this? In short: directly to hell. Longer version: nowhere good, but circuitously, via multiple grim stops connected by rail replacement buses that are driven by maniacs. To pass the time en route, we will be forced to watch repeats of Question Time and issued with brand-new copies of Titania McGraths Woke: A Guide to Social Justice. Occasionally the bus will stop and …

I was at the Lorena Bobbitt trial 25 years later it still makes me wince

The 90s case of the woman who cut off her husbands penis has been brought vividly to life by an Amazon series. But what was most shocking was the culture clash between the sexes The chocolate penises lingered in the memory. I didnt need a television show to remind me of those. The zoo outside the Virginia courthouse, packed with satellite trucks, local entrepreneurs hawking what we didnt yet call merch (including that phallic confectionery), protestors, campaigners, sympathisers, rubberneckers and assorted hangers-on I remembered that, too. And the snow on the ground, the winter cold that was still there, somewhere in the recesses of my mind. But the more arcane details of the Lorena Bobbitt case, the personalities of the …