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Each week our team of award winning writers bring you stories from the front line of life as well as your favourite features and reviews.

Jonny Wilkinson

I focussed too strongly on the final outcome. That glorious day in 2003 when we won the World Cup, amazingly, ended up feeling hollow to me, the depth of joy I was looking for just wasn't there.

Matthew Parris

Mr Cameron is nothing like Mr Blair, and never was. It's time he realised that he no longer needs to pretend to be.

Giles Coren

Soon, impoverished Thai students will be backpacking round England with guidebooks telling them how to survive on two dollars a week.

Kate Muir

I am in bed on this wintry day resting my sodden liver and planning this year's edible landscape.

Janice Turner

It is mostly a myth, the yummy mummy. Few can afford to live in Cath Kidston perfection with candy-coloured Agas.

Robert Crampton

On the beach in Pembrokeshire for new year I discovered the delights of the ball flinger.

Caitlin Moran

For anyone 'cool' - i.e. long-haired boys in suede jackets - the Now! series is the epitome of cultural nullity; constructed of equal parts plastic and evil.

Simon Barnes

The current cold snap is a remembrance of things past, a turning back to the days when prolonged freeze was part of the way we lived, rather than a novelty.

Giles Smith

Much widespread schadenfreude and general sniggering at the deposing of Roman Abramovich from the top of FourFourTwo magazine's annual 'Football Rich List'.

Matt Dickinson

If Wayne Bridge can be paid £92,000 a week by Manchester City, we can be sure that football remains in thrall to the idea that whatever the problem, it is best to throw money at it.

Thomasina Miers

I adore the taste of sweet, nutty chickpeas, so packed with protein that they merit a superfood label.

Gordon Ramsay

With their exotic and aromatic flavour, mangoes and passion fruit certainly come to the rescue during the long days of winter.

The word 'topiary' evokes many images: strictly laid-out geometric parterres; scenes from Peter Greenaway's The Draughtsman's Contract; a simple box ball in a terracotta pot, or possibly a rather naff green squirrel on steroids.