Lucy Mangan's weekend column
Lucy Mangan: a death in the family. Or planning for it, anyway
Mum and Dad say they want to talk death and taxes, but they really just want to put us in our place
Lucy Mangan: we're off on holiday – time to sort my life out
When did life get so small, so stupid, so out of control? Is it age? The age I am, or the age we live in? It can't all be having a child. Can it?
Lucy Mangan: love is in the air. But what does it mean?
What do we talk about when we talk about love? Not just marital and parental, but creme eggs and really good poos, too
Lucy Mangan: sitting exams is a game, and the game is rigged
'Play the game as best you can while you have to, but try not to believe that it defines you'
Lucy Mangan: if we get bogged down in the Terf war we'll never achieve anything
'My heart fills with despair when feminists and feminism convulse in another self-induced set of agonies'
Lucy Mangan: separate door for the poor? Welcome to classless Britain
'Poor doors are visible. They are a brilliant, instantly comprehensible distillation of an entire complex of social, cultural and political attitudes'
Lucy Mangan: the sex dossier that backfired
'Perhaps from this we can divine insights into the eternal conundrum that is love. Or mill a few more cock jokes out of it'
Lucy Mangan: from missing files to missing the point entirely – welcome to Cameron land
When setting up the official inquiry into child abuse allegations, why did our great leaders not stop to think that, in a nation that's basically run by four or five families, there might be a connection or two that might scupper the whole plan?
Lucy Mangan: never mind Scottish independence, let's balkanise the whole island
'Come Scottish independence, there will be puffins on the Isle of Noss who have more say in what goes on at Holyrood than anyone in England does in Westminster, up to and including Nick Clegg'
Lucy Mangan: who's been messing with our minds?
'Much time, effort and misery could be spared if we stopped thinking of the internet as something Other, something that exists outside ourselves'
Lucy Mangan: I've a shameful confession to make – I've joined the cult of the Kindle
I bought my Kindle for work, honest, but there's been mission creep. I'm so not proud of myself
Lucy Mangan: school runaround
Toryboy wants to home-school our son… He wants to what?
Lucy Mangan: quiet days with Dad
In the run-up to Father's Day every year, I promise I'm going to get to know my dad…
Lucy Mangan: how do I do? Much better without canapes and kisses, thanks
When you meet someone new, do you shake hands or kiss? Once? Twice? I don't kiss my parents twice. Or once, if I can help it
Lucy Mangan: Don't stop with Steinbeck – let's can all of Eng Lit
What would teachers do if they weren't teaching to a syllabus, a set exam?
Lucy Mangan: want to kill Cock Robin?
Once upon a time, you needed special permission to wipe out a family of robins or starlings or pied wagtails. Not any more…
Lucy Mangan: Beware the power of the office temp (unless it's me)
As a temp at blue-chip companies, I had unfettered access to information
Lucy Mangan: revolution's in the air! Run for the hills!
When the masses rise up in protest, I'm off to my sister's place in the country. If she'll have me…
Lucy Mangan: how I missed out on the house price boom
I could have been sitting on a fortune now, if it weren't for my parents' lack of nous in the housing market
Lucy Mangan: when will David Cameron practise what he preaches?
So, the prime minister insists we're at heart a Christian country. Shame his policies aren't, then
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