The best word for my feelings about Rod Liddle’s death is one that Rod was occasionally heard to use himself. Fuck. Rod was my editor at the Today programme, the most exciting boss I’ve ever had. He hired me, from a newspaper, to be part of a team he was building because he wanted reporters who would

I only met Rod Liddle a few times, though at The Spectator and the Sunday Times I worked alongside him and to a large degree in his shadow. He was irascible and lugubrious and…

The best word for my feelings about Rod Liddle’s death is one that Rod was occasionally heard to use himself. Fuck. Rod was my editor at the Today programme, the most exciting…

Convention dictates that one should never speak ill of the dead, but imagine telling that to my former friend Rod Liddle.

There is a reason the death of Rod Liddle has provoked such a swirling tide of grief among his millions of followers, including readers of this magazine, and that is that in the…