Sam Leith is the literary editor of the spectator, a columnist for the Evening Standard and author of You Talkin’ to Me?
Beyond the obvious ‘moreishness’ of polo lies a certain madness among its HNW patrons, writes Sam Leith
Sam Leith on the ludicrous rumour about the Donald’s solid-gold toilet, and his even more vulgar attempt to become the ambassador of UHNWs.
Sam Leith explores the origin of that apelike ‘atavistic bellowing noise’ operagoers make to express disapproval.
The Force obviously stands for money, says Sam Leith.
Is scraping the bottom of your Marmite jar an admirable mortal failing or blatant Marie Antoinettism? Sam Leith explains financial schizophrenia and elective thrift among HNWs