Wonderful, wonderful Ananova, completely missing the obvious headline here, as a bus company uses sheep urine to cut down on pollution. It may well remove harmful noxious substances from our atmosphere. But has anyone tested how safe it is to spray s[…]

Sir Bob goes mental. “Everyone in this country knows why it’s wrong”. OK, fair enough, re-selling charity gig tickets is a bit dodgy. Except this isn’t a charity gig, it’s an awareness raising event. The money being spen[…]

Ew….
(also huge truckloads of unintented(?) symbolism attached to this)
(which makes it more effective as art probably)
(if not as soap)[…]

I am wary of festivals. It took the overwhelming greatness of Glasto to finally win me over. The reason: the horrors of harvest festival as a child at school. The idea behind harvest festival I assume was to celebrate our bountiful harvest and help o[…]

My work is located on the edge of London’s leafy Belgravia, home (in ‘town’) to nobs, grandees, and Russian oligarchs – now including Roman Abramovich apparently. One happy side-effect of this is that our canteen’s main […]

Sick of Top 100 lists that appear on Channel 4, voted for by a public that does not include us? Why not take a different tack to decide the best tracks ever? Perhaps there is a way of telling what songs stand the test of time by the frequency they ar[…]

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There isn’t even a million pounds in Millions: another Danny Boyle film happy to have slipshod continuity and a half developed script in favour of whizbang visuals and admittedly impressive control of the screen. But unfortunately all of this i[…]

I was going to write and rail a touch against Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go, which styles itself as literary science fiction; and all the beginners sci-fi errors it makes. That was until I stumbled across the trailer for the new Michael Bay […]

And there could only be one winner. Gurls. From Staurday’s Guardian, Dave reveals that woman are better at football than him.[…]