Lilian lenton the elusive pimpernel

Lee Miller threw herself into life, dancing at Surrealist balls, taking fashion to Blitz-torn streets and dreaming up blue-spaghetti recipes, all the time intoxicating men and fighting inner demons, as Mary Miers reveals

When I was a child, we had a tortoise called Winnie who had belonged to my father when he was a boy in the 1950s. He called his pet Winston after Churchill, but this name had to be changed when he dis

Conversations with Mrs T The former Spectator editor ...

WHAT are we doing here, Mum?” Navleen demanded. She gazed at the statues looming down at her from their plinths in London’s Parliament Square. It was half term and her mother, Simrat, had decided that

Dear Simon, I have only just got around to reading your June issue with its piece by Cardinal Cox about the relatively modern origins of some supposedly old customs. He refers to Lady Raglan and the G

Laura London, 41, lives in north London and is a professional magician. I saw magic for the first time when I was eight and was instantly obsessed. After that, I spent all my pocket money on tricks. I