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3 weeks ago | 
stern.de | John Phipps
Politik Ausland Alkoholsucht Dieser Mann rettet die Reichen und Berühmten, bevor sie sich zu Tode saufen von John Phipps 30. März 2025 11:53 Uhr 17 Min Tony Dominguez war selbst süchtig.
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3 weeks ago | 
economist.com | John Phipps
By John PhippsOn October 10th 2020, hundreds of people sitting in the Basilica of St Francis at Assisi watched as invisible strings tugged a scalloped silver curtain down from the enormous portrait it had been concealing. Smiling out was a teenage boy in a polo shirt, his dark tousled hair outlined by a faint glow against the heavenly blue sky. The Russian invasion has created an epidemic of phantom pain.
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2 months ago | 
afr.com | John Phipps
John PhippsFeb 7, 2025 – 1.28pm or Subscribe to save articleEmailLinkedInTwitterFacebookSubscribe to gift this articleGift 5 articles to anyone you choose each month when you subscribe. Subscribe nowAlready a subscriber? Tony Dominguez was idling in Los Angeles traffic when he got a call from the wife of a client about a decade ago. The client was a film star with a bad alcohol problem and an increasingly fragile professional reputation.
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2 months ago | 
ft.com | John Phipps
About 10 years ago, Tony Dominguez was idling in Los Angeles traffic when he got a call from the wife of a client.
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Sep 17, 2024 | 
the-fence.com | Charlie Baker | |Stephen Smith |John Phipps
An editorial pow-wow Is he the most handsome man in British media? Does he helm the Original Style Bible? Yes and yes. Here’s a snippet from a summit with Morecambe’s finest, in which our editor interviews the editor of The Face, Matthew Whitehouse. *CB: The Face, along with Private Eye, is one of the only British publications that has a global reputation. When you got the job as editor, did you feel under pressure?
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Aug 20, 2024 | 
the-fence.com | |Stephen Smith |John Phipps
Here’s an updated version, with twenty new authors, in honour of our fifth birthday. anthony trollopeYour happiness is put on hold when it transpires your fiancé failed to correctly cash a cheque. This lasts for 130 chapters. Everyone else is ordained. charles dickensAn open-deck bus tour of London guided by 15 character-comics repeating the same ‘bit’ for 12 to 20 hours. Then, someone poor dies outside, and everyone from the bus descends to stare.
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Aug 9, 2024 | 
the-fence.com | John Phipps |Miles Ellingham |Cormac Kehoe |Charlie Baker
What drives a man to local history? On the morning of 20 May 2000, perhaps a dozen men and women holding printed placards walked into St Mary’s churchyard in the Irish town of Drogheda. They had come to protest an exhibition taking place at the deconsecrated church, which featured a provocative historical relic: the death mask of the English soldier-statesman, Oliver Cromwell. In Ireland, the name Oliver Cromwell is remembered with unanimous horror.
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Jul 15, 2024 | 
the-fence.com | Margaret Mitchell |John Phipps |Andrew Murray |Richard Smyth
Learning the secret of eternal life. Ciro Orsini has a charming gap in his teeth, which makes it possible to recognise him in the celebrity photos covering the walls of his Knightsbridge institution. Ciro’s Pomodoro is a pizza joint that’s been running for 46 years on Beauchamp Place.
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Jun 17, 2024 | 
pressnewsagency.org | John Phipps
By John PhippsA figure in a silver cape and a huge cylindrical helmet stands in front of a field of nettles in North Yorkshire. In the near distance is a market town, nestled beneath a Norman castle keep. Speaking to camera in a wavering metallic voice, the figure officially announces his bid to become the of Richmond and Northallerton – the parliamentary constituency of the prime minister, Rishi Sunak.
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Jun 14, 2024 | 
thetimes.com | John Phipps
That this book exists is a small miracle. Summer in Baden-Badenwas written in tortured secrecy between 6pm and 10pm each night by the Jewish Soviet scientist Leonid Tsypkin in the late 1970s. Persecuted and unpublished, Tsypkin died in 1982 in despair just days after the manuscript was smuggled out to the West. The book appeared in English in the 1980s, received one review in the Yorkshire Post and sank instantly into literary oblivion.
