Not even the bulldog on a trampoline in the John Lewis ad can match the robin as an object of affection at Christmas, writes Terry Prone

The one thing we don’t educate ourselves about is the inevitability of having to cope with the ageing process, writes Terry Prone.

Women were murdered during the witch craze. So why do we play it for laughs, asks Terry Prone.

When any phone goes off in my presence, I assume death, destruction, fire, and pestilence, writes Terry Prone

The great myth has always been that children adore clowns. No they don’t. They never have, writes Terry Prone

Patients who have self-diagnosed on Google are a major bugbear of GPs and hospital doctors, writes Terry Prone.

The word is that Trump’s team are responsible for his daytime tweets, but that he takes his phone to bed, writes Terry Prone