Like many of us, I imagine, I’ve chosen to season any residual Christmas jollity still hanging around in the New Year with a healthy dose of relentless misery. I’m speaking, of course of, Andrew Davies’ brilliant adaptation of Victor Hugo’s crushingly grim Les Misérables. So far it’s been a grindingly joyless miracle of latent and …
Three years ago today I was doing that thing that so many of us do in the aftermath of the festive season. I was looking at my belly. It was not a pretty sight. So I did that other thing that so many of us do at New Year: I resolved to Do Something About …
Like most of the civilised world, I watched the Rugby World Cup final on Saturday. It was brilliant; an astonishing, almost Godlike display of power and skill, control under pressure and immense strength. And like most of the civilised world, I was delighted and amazed by the footage shot after the game of the All Black …