Lesley-Ann Jones
FREEDOM IS JUST ANOTHER WORD FOR NOTHIN' LEFT TO LOSE
My late father the boxing and football correspondent Ken Jones met the singer and songwriter Kris Kristofferson in days of wode, ringside...
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LESLEY-ANN JONES
WRITER, COMMENTATOR AND CULTURAL HISTORIAN
SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR
THE LAJ LETTER
Lesley-Ann Jones
Sep 7
THE RECORD COLLECTOR
It was the Sixties, when tales of Twiggy and Dusty, of Beatles and Stones, of Marianne and Mars Bars lined the capital from Carnaby...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Apr 23
HUW EDWARDS: THE REAL CRIME
News of Huw Edwards's resignation from the BBC came as no surprise. For some, given the packet he was costing the licence-payer, it did...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Feb 21
SLEEP TIGHT, DJ SILLY BOY
It has been lovely reading the many tributes to Steve Wright. Obviously, we can't bring him back. We can only celebrate him. I held him...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Mar 27, 2023
STEVE HARLEY: FRIEND FOR LIFE
‘Madeleine de Proust' is an expression describing sounds, aromas, tastes and other sensations that remind you of your childhood, or that...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Mar 23, 2023
DON THE INVINCIBLE
Proof, as though it were needed, that Slade's superstar drummer Don Powell is blessed with nine lives: his explosive album launch last...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Mar 6, 2023
THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL
A little late to the party, I ventured forth to Stratford, London on Saturday to experience the phenomenon rather than take everyone...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Feb 16, 2023
THIS WOMAN WAS BORN ONE MILLION YEARS BC
We met in a Mustique beach bar, where she sat eating tuna tartare with her tiny fingers and sipping a Rum Punch. I barely recognised her....
Lesley-Ann Jones
Feb 6, 2023
THE GRAMMY AWARDS 2023
Gawd. The usual bunfight, wasn't it, of glitz, garish outfits and no-shows that make it so American. Having sat through the tedious...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Jan 10, 2023
SEVEN YEARS ... DAVID BOWIE
He died today, seven years ago, and I published this book that same year. 2016. The world has changed almost beyond recognition since,...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Dec 31, 2022
PELE'S SPECIAL RELATIONSHIP WITH A MAN MOST DEAR TO MY HEART
The framed monochrome faces staring down from the walls of my childhood were as familiar to me as those of my parents and siblings. They...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Dec 22, 2022
JOY TO THE WORLD
The Royal Mail negated my inclination to post physical cards this year. What point in sending them only to see press and broadcast images...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Dec 18, 2022
THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST
17 December 1992. Random are the headlines that punctuate memories. The ghost of Christmas Past shows me prehistoric days without...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Nov 23, 2022
THOSE WERE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES: FREDDIE MERCURY
It was interesting to realise, while talking to presenters Aasmah Mir and Stig Abell live on Times Radio this morning, how fresh 23rd...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Nov 21, 2022
THE SHAME OF THE SUPER-WOKE, VIRTUE-SIGNALLING VULTURES IN QATAR
Unusually, perhaps, for a woman of my vintage, I have been obsessed with the World Cup all my life. My father, the late sportswriter Ken...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Nov 15, 2022
NO MORE TIME FOR RAB NOAKES*
I was aware of Rab Noakes for many years before I met him. Lindisfarne's second offering 'Fog on the Tyne' was one of the first LPs I...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Oct 22, 2022
YOU Magazine goes ruby
YOU magazine was launched as a supplement to the Mail on Sunday in 1982. It turns forty this weekend, and bright is the fanfare....
Lesley-Ann Jones
Oct 6, 2022
SHOW ME A HERO AND I'LL WRITE YOU A TRAGEDY ...
F. Scott Fitzgerald was not wrong. What I have found, over all the years spent writing about music, getting to know and trying to make...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Sep 24, 2022
WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER? HERE'S HOW
It was good to see Julia Jones again last night at the launch of her latest book, 'F-Bomb': the third in her trilogy on the subject of...
Lesley-Ann Jones
Sep 22, 2022
AS LONG AS THERE IS GIN AND CHOCOLATE IN APPLEDORE
A trip to Appledore is a step back in time, to a gentler, simpler age. Boats bobbing on a turning tide, a postcard view from the bedroom...
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