Emma Beddington

Exorcisms are booming, witchcraft is having a moment, Tucker Carlson says he was attacked by a demon. It makes as much sense as anything at a time of climate crisis, war and Trump

I’ve had enough of depriving myself. Give me a holiday, give me Campari, give me a soft, happy body, writes Emma Beddington

Experts came together to consider the growing rise in singledom – the answer seemed to be ‘get a dog’

The original gonzo journalist obliged with good copy, but there was something sad about the ravaged writer

It’s nice to be known – even as someone who’s utterly predictable, cake-dependent and often unwashed

Far from being friendly, like ‘love’, ‘duck’ and ‘hen’, the term is faux-matey with an edge of covert aggression, writes Emma Beddington

The Observer spoke to the crooner about missing his dogs, overcoming stage fright and the ‘asshole period’ of his celebrity

For decades I accepted what sitcoms and soaps told me: that groups of like-minded people form and stay together effortlessly. Now the former Friend has told it like it is, writes Guardian columnist Emma Beddington

A relocation to a new site marked the end of an era and sparked nostalgia for workers

What’s more depressing than the thought of a long, slow decline in health? The thought of several short, sharp declines, writes Guardian columnist Emma Beddington