Guy Kelly

“Ah oui, sir, you will find him on the very top floor,” a concierge at Hôtel Hermitage in Monte Carlo informs me, with accompanying arm flourish, when I ask for the whereabouts of Jannik Sinner one cl...

“Ah oui, sir, you will find him on the very top floor,” a concierge at Hôtel Hermitage in Monte Carlo informs me, with accompanying arm flourish, when

In the final months of 1967, as the Summer of Love gave way to an autumn of economic hardship, a debate was held in the House of Commons about the rate of immigration to Britain.

At the appointed hour, the door to the Uri Geller Museum creaks open just as I reach to knock it. And there, emerging into the sunshine of Old Jaffa, the ancient heart of Tel Aviv, is the owner-operator: mirrored sunglasses, black jeans, black trainers and a black T-shirt – bearing his own name and face.

André Rieu would like to issue a correction. When this newspaper interviewed the Dutch violinist conductor, impresario and “King of the Waltz” seven years ago, he told us that he intended to live to 1...

So, goodbye, Keir Starmer. Though I never knew you at all, you had the grace to hold yourself, while those around you crawled. They crawled out of the woodwork, and they whispered into your brain. Spe...

This week, Andy Burnham became the seventh prime minister to take office during the tenure of Larry, the domestic tabby cat who has served as Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office since 2011.

I’ve left a dirty protest on Andy’s Stone Roses duvet in case he starts getting any funny ideas about moving me off my Downing Street patch

It is not uncommon for a third person to be present when you sit down to interview a dignitary. Most often this is a special adviser or press secretary.

There are some who believe you can prove the existence of God by looking at a banana. Now, before you roll your eyes, this particular kind of creationist would argue, consider the evidence.