Acclaimed war artist Arabella Dorman has visited Afghanistan on several occasions over the past five years in order to capture in her paintings the human face of the conflict there, of both Afghan civilians and of the British forces.
Sigmar Polke was one of the most radical, experimental and influential artists of the past 50 years. And the Tate has brought together an extraordinary and vast collection of Polke's works for this comprehensive retrospective.
New printed copies of my book Walford State of Mind, first published in 2011, now sell for £2.05 (as of 31 Oct.). So what if the retail price's listed as £15.99? Amazon.co.uk finds it necessary to slash the price by 87%. It's dropped 15 pence since I discovered the error (or is it?) a few days ago.
As my budding writer displayed so beautifully in point two, text talk drives me insane. It is really so taxing to write, 'I am' as opposed to 'ima' (vomit), or another favourite among word thieves, 'yea'. I think they mean 'yeah' but by that point, I've lost interest.
I don't like Halloween. I don't like Halloween because Halloween is not scary. I spend an inordinate amount of my time frightening, disturbing and creeping out your children. Figuring out ways to give your kids nightmares is sort of my thing.
What, exactly, are we meant to feel, if anything, during these centenary remembrance years, if the outstanding images, memories and relics concentrate on such a narrow sphere of the conflict. And what, exactly, are we supposed to do? Are we supposed to think about the war every now and then?
Halloween allows us to confront our long sheltered fears about death and darkness without putting ourselves in actual danger, enabling us to make fun of our most primal anxieties.
At the beginning of Urinetown, you are told that this isn't your typical musical, and they're not kidding. After a three year run on Broadway, this unconventional toilet-based musical has arrived at the Apollo theatre; bringing it's host of odd characters and even odder storyline along with it.
East is East is a bright, well-observed comedy about the issues facing second-generation Pakistani children born and raised in the UK. Starring the gloriously talented Jane Horrocks and writer Ayub Khan-Din, the play has a terrific pace with an excellent balance of humour and pathos to keep you hooked.
Our sexuality is naturally (and I do mean naturally) a part of what we are. So fiction has to deal with it in one way or another (and I do mean one way or another). The spinsterly Jane Austen hints of 'intimate attachments'. Charlotte Brontë permits Jane Eyre more freedom of expression with her 'bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh' allusion to intercourse with Mr Rochester.
Wet House, Paddy Campbell's first play, does a fantastic job of exploring these complex questions. Campbell's writing is fantastic, evoking the wit, depth of character and moral ambiguity that we've become accustomed to on programmes like The Wire or Breaking Bad.
The process is so powerful and motivating (and not only because of the time constraints; deadlines can be marvellous things). Such strong imagery can provide direction to writing that you just don't get by sitting down in front of a blank page every morning. The images, from the culture of a by-gone age, are wonderful, and a natural inspiration for song.
Frieze is the highlight of the London arts scene. For a week the good and rich come here for a jamboree of cocktails, talks, networking and art. However, for the rest of us with less deep pockets The London Art Fair in January provides with an interesting selection of artists and galleries aimed at the mid-market, between £2,000 to £10,000.
The Special Relationship moves beyond its status as one of London's most extraordinary literary events to become a force for change in the lives of some of the city's most vulnerable people. All proceeds raised next Tuesday evening at The Book Club in Shoreditch will be given to a ground-breaking new charitable organisation.
I am feeling slightly sheepish about my previous post. I was griping about the how full on and (implied) uncreative Frieze Art Fair can be. Little did I know that I clearly wasn't the only person who thought that because this years' fair, currently being touted as the 'best Frieze ever' for visitors, was a very different viewing experience.
It is a strange moment. I do not know where to go or what to see. There is so much going on that it seems easier to stay in bed and pull the covers up over my head and sing nursery rhymes. Frieze is in town and it has two identities - Frieze and Frieze Masters.