Chrissie Hynde
: Don't Get Me Wrong: I Won't Stand For Cruelty to Geese
Ed Miliband
: A Distant and Distracted Cameron Cannot Tackle Tax Avoidance
Charles Moore
: Margaret Thatcher's First Visit to Washington of the Reagan Presidency
Natalie Bennett
: Jobs You Can Build a Life On: The British Economy Isn't Delivering
Seth Freedman
: We Don't Need No Regulation
Sergeant Nicholas Brody has been a pleasure to watch. Old Etonian Damian Lewis's top-dollar American accent, the way in which he portrayed almost constant, angsty discomfort, and his character's strangely decent incipient terrorism - wanting to avenge a drone strike that killed scores of children - made for compelling viewing.
I used to think it was advisable, before entering marketing, to leave reality behind. Now I've realised it's essential.
Maybe it's just my over-sensitivity, but the mooted return of Tony Blair to British politics strikes me as mind-bendingly peculiar.
"He looks haunted," said one of my colleagues, as Tony Blair gave evidence to the Leveson Inquiry. While various commentators have said the former prime minister appeared more relaxed than he'd done during Hutton and Chilcott, there was still something slightly askew about him. Something not quite right.
