Leah McLaren


Alice Munro won't let her Nobel go to her head — that's why she's a true Canadian writer

Alice Munro may be the most Canadian writer in the world. That’s why Canadians can’t quite believe her achievement


Congratulations, Rob Ford: you’ve finally made me despise you

Toronto’s Rob Ford denies taking crack. But what he doesn’t deny is colourful enough


My battle with Britain's mean, ineffective immigration system

‘Controlling immigration’ means being rude to foreigners — as I found out

Sorry I'm late

Newborn Notebook

Looking back, it’s baffling that someone like me — a lover of pleasure and loather of pain, a woman who…


Natural born cheaters

It is possible to have a civilised pregnancy on the NHS – if someone tells you the secret password


Englishmen rule

It just took me ten years to realise it

Resetting the clock?

A Canadian doctor may have found a natural way to extend women’s fertility

Brush up your Shakespeare

Is our greatest writer now better appreciated on the other side of the Atlantic?

Know your onions

Leah McLaren meets James Wong, the Jamie Oliver of plant-based medicine: handsome, telegenic and on a mission to persuade Britain to trust natural remedies again

There’s nothing cute about a Canuck

As Vancouver gears up for the Winter Olympics, Leah McLaren spills the beans on her native country. Behind their wholesome image, Canadians are as cross and lazy as Yanks

Don’t worry — drink and be merry

The government acts as if booze is the root cause of all our social problems, says Leah McLaren, but it’s not. Drinking is an important part of British culture, the pub is the hub of the community, and health warnings can even be counterproductive

Why do we long to be Nazis and tarts?

As the fancy-dress party season begins again, Leah McLaren wonders why the British are never more themselves than when they’re pretending to be someone else

The Aussie who saved our flag

Leah McLaren meets Rod Eddington, who is rescuing BA by sacking thousands