Sean Thomas

Her name, let us say, is Mary Ann McCready. She is eleven-years-old when she first walks through the gate at six in the morning. The hooter has already gone.

For centuries the French regarded la bière with the same disdain they show for satisfying breakfasts or convenient shopping hours.

There is evidence to suggest that a prize-winning short story published in celebrated literary magazine Granta was entirely generated by AI. The best evidence, though, is the story itself.

I am sitting in the Ottoman courtyard at Ruin Adalya in the old town of Antalya, drinking a tulip glass of black sweet tea and munching near-perfect baklava, and twenty feet beneath me the Romans are still there. That is to say, the Ottoman courtyard...

Consider, first, your memories of Covid. Do you recall where we were exactly five years ago?

Being there feels like sharing a flat with somebody who explains why your favourite brand of toothpaste is perpetuating colonialism

For a decidedly short London road, little Store Street in Bloomsbury, which connects the scholarly precincts of London University with the furniture

The booze ban is a profound category error in a country that gave us Rabelais

There was a time when I disliked The Beatles, as a rule. Whenever they came up for discussion, words like overrated, derivative or what the heck is an Octopus’s Garden would leap from my brain, withou...

It’s easy to be cynical about politics. It is especially easy to be cynical about British politics as we get ready to greet our 28th prime minister in the last six hours: a man whose main claim to democratic fame is abjectly failing to win the Labour leadership twice before, and who is only being gifted the job this time because no one can think of anyone else to replace the present, disastrous incumbent.