This dainty little “diary” — authored by me — appears in the latest print edition of The Spectator magazine.
Yes, they have a regular “diary” section, where some contributor is asked to compose a “diary” — usually a bit on the light-hearted side, I gather — about all the hijinks they’ve been up to over the preceding month.
(I don’t choose the headlines, FYI!)
As luck would have it, I also did the Spectator “diary” for May of this year, I’m pretty sure. But I’ve still never seen the physical magazine in which my entries presumably appear, because they have yet to send me a copy, despite my pleadings.
For maximum enjoyment this go-round, I threw in some “newsy” tidbits about my recent torturous interactions with the New York Times, as well as the revelation that Thomas Giuffra, the discombobulated profit-seeking lawyer for “Jane Doe,” has been going around claiming that I called him on the phone to apologize for all my heinous conduct. In other words, he’s been making up completely fictitious conversations with me, and relaying them to journalists, including at the NYT.
The final published version of my Spectator diary had to conform with the exacting word-count limitations of the print magazine, so I’m enclosing the unabridged, X-rated version below for paid subscribers. 😏
Also, I am currently in Florida monitoring local developments re: the Great Pedo Referendum of 2026 — aka, the forthcoming US midterm elections. I had a gainful chat in Orlando this afternoon with Congressman Maxwell Frost (D-FL), which I will soon recount in a writeup cataloguing all the wackiest ways in which Pedo Panic has overtaken our Nation’s collective consciousness, to a degree that even I would not have had the gumption to predict.
For now, enjoy a too-hot-for-British-media version of my Dainty Little Diary: