Jenni Russell
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Jenni Russell is a Columnist at London Evening Standard.
Jenni is also a Columnist at The Sunday Times.
Jenni is also a Columnist at The Guardian.
Jenni is also a Columnist at The Sunday Times.
Jenni is also a Columnist at The Guardian.
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Jenni's biography on Twitter reads: Columnist for The Guardian, The Sunday Times and the Evening Standard. Winner of the Orwell Prize for political journalism 2011.
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RT @jmullinjourno: “@jennirsl: @pkelso Tieless G8 following the lead of the hero of the moment, Charles Saatchi?” >>> I've started to wear…
— Jenni Russell (@jennirsl) 18 Jun
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Latest articles by Jenni Russell
Politics needs mavericks, not just the same old chumocracy and groupthink
That Margaret Hodge and Nigel Farage are arousing passions shows how sick we are of the professional political class
That Margaret Hodge and Nigel Farage are arousing passions shows how sick we are of the professional political class
The Anatomy of Violence: The Biological Roots of Crime by Adrian Raine
A drian Raine had spent 10 years studying violent criminals and their motivation when he suddenly found himself the victim of one. An intruder broke into the Turkish hotel room where he was asleep next to his girlfriend, and in the fight that followed, Raine was stabbed in the body...
A drian Raine had spent 10 years studying violent criminals and their motivation when he suddenly found himself the victim of one. An intruder broke into the Turkish hotel room where he was asleep next to his girlfriend, and in the fight that followed, Raine was stabbed in the body...
Kith: The Riddle of the Childscape by Jay Griffiths
T here are some books that demand to be read aloud, because their prose or their ideas are simply too astounding to keep to oneself. Jay Griffiths’s latest book is one of these. I couldn’t stop quoting from it to anyone who passed my sofa or rang me up while...
T here are some books that demand to be read aloud, because their prose or their ideas are simply too astounding to keep to oneself. Jay Griffiths’s latest book is one of these. I couldn’t stop quoting from it to anyone who passed my sofa or rang me up while...
Now shed another tear and admit that austerity isn’t working, George
The chancellor’s tears at Lady Thatcher’s funeral last week were much criticised. Twitter jeered. I thought the better of George Osborne for being openly affected at one of the moments when we stop to recognise the transience of life. I don’t want our politicians to be public automatons, afraid of...
The chancellor’s tears at Lady Thatcher’s funeral last week were much criticised. Twitter jeered. I thought the better of George Osborne for being openly affected at one of the moments when we stop to recognise the transience of life. I don’t want our politicians to be public automatons, afraid of...
There’s one bit of class we can’t shake off
When my family moved to the Norfolk countryside at the end of the 1960s, my parents were sent an invitation to the annual village Christmas lunch, which was always hosted by the squire’s wife in the village hall. As academics and outsiders they were reluctant to enter the suffocating embrace...
When my family moved to the Norfolk countryside at the end of the 1960s, my parents were sent an invitation to the annual village Christmas lunch, which was always hosted by the squire’s wife in the village hall. As academics and outsiders they were reluctant to enter the suffocating embrace...