Peter Mair's superb short book Ruling the Void is rightly regarded as the essential text on the subject of disaffection with mainstream politics.
I do feel Gary's team was somehow on a road to failure as soon as the nut allergy was mentioned, that no matter what happened from that point they were lining up Lord Sugars puns about the mother going out on a stretcher etc. Allergies are a serious issue of course but no doubt the options were limited and drama expected.
'The Dressmaker' slips in the heat of the Australian day...
Pastels are a nightmare to work with, and they provide a real challenge for artists who want to add delicate details and tones. So how wonderful it is that the Royal Academy has chosen to put on a show on Jean-Etienne Liotard so that more can marvel at how this artist mastered this tricky medium.
Sadly it speaks volumes that Jobs saving a piece of digital art from his daughter after years of estrangement feels strangely empty. It's hard to emote over something saved to a hard drive rather than hand crafted.
Danny Boyle's 'Steve Jobs' offers an insight into the man behind the turtle neck and Michael Fassbender nails the part...
"Odd jobs have become BIG BUSINESS," informed the doomy voiceover. They have? I spend every frickin' weekend doing odd jobs yet have somehow failed to become a billionaire, but I'll take the Beeb's word for it.
It seems that the people of Sudan let Gabriela in. Not only into their homes but into their hearts. The earnest expressions and penetrating stares elegantly framed on the walls of the exhibition space in Dabanga, Khartoum 2, serve as a testament to the familiarity and trust she cultivated and captured.
The band's heavy groove and guitar led melody of the late 60s and 70s is a fine balancing act of Americana and modern polished rock n roll.
You haven't lived unless you've seen and heard the Star Trek: The Ultimate Voyage mission live at Royal Albert Hall. Soaring from light, ascending melodies to dark, apocalyptic scores, this unique event transported us to where none have gone before.
'Brooklyn' can't fail to charm and Saoirse Ronan's terrific - Aptly titled 'Burnt' seems more akin to a bland Gordon Ramsey TV throwback - Davis Gugge...
The ominous phone call comes, candidates to be at St James Square with 30 mins to get ready. That annoyed me as when I was on it, we only got 20 mins, one likes to looks ones best when there are up to 10million people watching you.
Back in the house, there was an entirely different atmosphere. None of that politeness and decency HERE, thank you very much. "I'd like to raise a toast to myself!" shrieked Charleine, as the others glumly knocked back the booze, hating her.
I love the show, always have, always will. I have no shame in telling people that I watch Neighbours and I'll champion how good it is to anyone who will listen. More people should watch it and this week was a great place to reconnect with those forgotten neighbours.
Craig is terrific in the lead role. Still not my favourite Bond, but he's slipped into the role again like a comfy pair of shoes. Dave Bautista is great as a lethal henchman, Lea Seydoux is glacially cool and sexy, while Monica Bellucci is magnetic, despite too little time on screen.
Kirsty and Brendan danced the Charleston to 'Bad Romance' by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox; it was pretty much as bad as anything I have seen on a dance floor, and I speak as a woman who learned Irish dancing with a boy called Adrian who had a club foot.