Peter Jay

In vain would you search for Peter Jay in the soulless corridors of Television Centre, White City, west London. The 63-year-old economics and business editor of the BBC prefers to work from his farmhouse on the outskirts of Woodstock, Oxfordshire. As well he might. Blackbirds sing here. The air is sweet with pollen and freshly mown grass. Kindly morning sunlight bathes the flowering chestnuts and swelling fruit. It is a fitting place for a man of such obvious bottom, gravitas and destiny. Jay's Read more [...]

Des Lynam

On the seventh floor of the Café Royale in central London, in a room unheated despite the wintry night air outside, a door creaks open. A callow youth in overalls stands hesitantly, framed in the doorway, chair in hand. He takes in the long mahogany table and the tape recorder that rests upon it. He looks at the back of Des Lynam's head, at the silvery collar-length hair, then at me. The BBC's sports anchor turns in his chair and gives him a quizzical arch of his eyebrow. 'I. Chairs. Move. Told Read more [...]


Nigel Farndale is surprised to find a somewhat sympathetic Salman Rushdie in an episode of BBC One's Imagine... about the writer's fatwa. Imagine… (Wednesday, BBC One) achieved something remarkable: it made Salman Rushdie seem sympathetic. This, after all, is a man whose new memoir about the fatwa is written in the third person. The third person! Who does that? As a friend of mine noted, instead of referring to himself as “he” throughout, it should have been “moi”. The book is called Joseph Read more [...]