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.
Many protesters were also angry about the role played by the UN in Kashmir. The United Nation's Military Observer Group in India and Pakistan (UNMOGIP) has been observing the ceasefire agreement between India and Pakistan since 1949...
A few weeks ago, I visited The Jones Family Project based in the heart of Shoreditch, which is a restaurant and bar set up recently by a group of friends with a passion for food, drink and enjoying time with friends.
While it may be more comforting to consider these men but lone wolves acting upon their own deranged ideas, that no longer seems to be the case. In this age of social media and easily accessible information in which we live, it is no longer necessary for contact to be made for a message to be passed on.
The railway is more than a political football. It's an agent of change. If HS2 were implemented with unblinkered vision, it could bring an economic revolution. The north is more than half a dozen cities designated by Barbara Castle as deserving of a transport executive in decades long passed...
Memphis is truly the definition of a triple threat musical. David Bryan delivers an awesomescore of huge numbers and melodies that really soar off the stage. Each song is a moment within itself while still allowing the performers to showcase their mind-blowing vocal abilities.
I know, I know, I should rise above this kind of tattle and subvert my energy towards more pressing matters like how scientists can cure travel sickness, but this one comment really got my goat and quite frankly ruined my journey. In fact, I spent the entire day thinking about it - stewing over it - trying to come up with a good comeback.
Where I do live is London. The next best thing. The amazing, outstanding, cultural city (which I don't need a green card to reside in). And I know, that to many people, their NYC is London. They dream of living here, they dream of the cobbled streets, and of The Thames, and of the georgian houses - the same way I dream of Central Park and Bagels and Union Square.
Pubs in the UK are increasingly attracting female drinkers, so why are so few of them named after women? Queen Vics and Queen's Heads apart, there's precious few with real women's names.
Sure, there are great times for boozing hard, but when the weekend rolls in, we say get up and get out there; this is the best city in the world after all.
Provoking Audrey was the last thing I wanted to do but I could not help myself. I would say the devil made me do it - if I believed in him. As it was, I could only blame myself for my demonic outburst.
I started panicking, putting posters up, contacting every cat loving organisation and tweeting frantically, and if I'm honest it's been a shoddy few weeks since that night. We miss her incredibly and can't get over how much.
Intolerance breeds intolerance and laws that allow bigotry and racism as though they were a part and parcel of society are exactly the thing that encourages such attitudes. When we look at injustices far and wide it's so easy to express distaste but we must look closer to home and deal with the injustices and attitudes that are being imposed.
I am hugely frustrated. Frustrated by a species slow to grasp new concepts, content to doggedly hold on to the status quo, with a terrifyingly strong grasp.
The problem with Emin's statements is that they propagate damaging myths: about what it is to be an artist, a mother, a woman. And as Virginia Woolf tells us, it far harder to kill a phantom than a reality. It's like looking for nits, or searching for proof for jealousy: resolution can only be reached by discovering what we don't want to be true and in the absence of that we are condemned to continue the search.
The Chelsea bunch are now all back in London and with the return of series 8 comes the return of our very own heartthrob, Andy Jordan. He makes it clear to, well, everyone that he is "gutted" that Louise has found herself a new beau.