Simone Lia’s new memoir-come-philosophical investigation is a singular piece of work, and it won’t be to everyone’s taste. In particular, I would hazard caution if you’re thinking of buying it as a present. No single woman I can think of, be she ever-so-happy or ever-so-desperate, is going to want to be given a book called Please God, Find Me a Husband!. Then again, all your smart aleck, Dawkins-loving new atheist friends are going to despise it too, because the deity of the title is not just…

My secret life as a graffiti artist

A successful property surveyor was jailed this week after his secret life as a tagger was uncovered. But he wasn’t unusual – lots of us are middle-aged family men with good jobs