Victoria Coren Mitchell
Victoria Coren Mitchell writes a weekly column for the Observer
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I did lose a pair of trousers once but they weren’t worth £1m, BorisThe bankrupt tennis star’s admission that he has mislaid his trophies resonates with all of us who know we put that thing somewhere…
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My Christmas present to youHate gift guides? Here’s an alternative to all those that insult you with dull ideas -
Ed Sheeran versus the super-idiotsAttacking the singer’s charity efforts takes a rare type of stupidity. But guess what...
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Michael Gove, where did our love go?The environment secretary has shown a flash of his old character but I can’t forgive his betrayal -
Why are the police copping flak?Don’t damn officers for a Halloween prank – law and order should show it has bit of heart
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Casinos gamble on their credibilityIf you’re too smart for gaming houses they’ll find a way to stop you - but more fool them
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Putting Granny online? No thanksI’m all for doing something for old people. But don’t ask me to put family snaps on the web -
Oh, do let’s be beastly to the NazisNobody thinks Paul Hollywood is an actual Nazi; we should let him dress how he likes
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High street betting must clean up its actMy column about the evils of fixed-odd betting terminals brought almost universal agreement but a few voiced their dissent. Let me answer my critics
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Anyone for robotic rumpy pumpy?Surely randy replicants are designed to never say no. Well, meet Frigid Farrah... -
Serena Williams ranks 700th, reckons John McEnroe. Then there’s no point in her competingHow idiotic to ‘rank’ a woman tennis star with men – but then, why knock balls about in the first place?
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How to say ciao to plonkersThere’s nothing posh about ordering a meal in a foreign language in a restaurant in Britain – as Justine Greening should know by now



Why is the NHS listening to the siren voices of the vape manufacturers?