
Manners, Monkeys and a Moat of Tea
He emptied his grandfather's shed to build an imaginary chocolate-biscuit machine. Forty years on, he is still doing much the same thing…

He emptied his grandfather's shed to build an imaginary chocolate-biscuit machine. Forty years on, he is still doing much the same thing…

One of them wrote a Reformation rap battle between Luther and Leo X. The other canoed under the Rialto singing "Greensleeves" until…

He played every wide boy, tipster, black-marketeer and fast-talking chancer that the British cinema of the rationed years required — and it…

Beyond our own club, the flame of eccentricity burns bright across the capital and the Home Counties. So here is our field…

Long before Downing Street acquired its latest occupant, Britain had entrusted its fortunes to an extraordinary procession of tree-fellers, tricyclists, theologians, dandies,…

Wes Anderson had The Royal Tenenbaums. The Eccentric Club knew the Charigs — meet a court jeweller dozing under the club clock,…

He stuffed a dead pigeon and got the legs on backwards. She waded into the river at Hebden Bridge to rescue a…

She spent a year at art school under her married name, saying nothing. Then she turned out the lights.

In defence of originality in an age of conformity