Nora Ephron

Walking through Sainsbury's in Wilmslow recently, I overheard a woman complaining to her husband. 'They don't even have any organic tampons, Andy,' she sighed. (This is the sort of thing that happens in Wilmslow. Everywhere you go you hear things that sound like they have been pulled of the 'Overheard in Waitrose' Facebook page.)
They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Not only does this simplify the wearer of the Y chromosome, amounting him to little more than a domestic animal - it also neglects a woman's romantic relationship with food.
To celebrate National Orgasm Day, we thought we'd dive into the annals for one of the big screen's most notorious moments
There are plenty of arguments for going to film school and learning your craft by the book. Just look at Kathryn Bigelow
Sometimes, when watching one of the Ealing films that make up this challenge, I am reminded of another film.
The world needs strong women who make no apologies for who they are and for what they believe. Nora Ephron is up there as a forthright woman, dedicated to making a difference and staying true to her beliefs.
Phillip Schofield apologises to viewers, with Holly Willoughby at his side After four years in the waiting, all five Spice
Nora Ephron, the screenwriter, director and author has died of myeloid leukaemia at the age of 71. Two years ago she wrote a book of reflections called I Remember Nothing. It made me laugh and cry then, when I first read it but now that she has gone, I value even more the gems she left behind:
In the 1930s, '40s and '50s, romantic comedies crackled with sparkling characters and whip-smart dialogue. Think Claudette