William Cook was on his way to buy a ticket for “El Gordo” in a small town in Tenerife but changed his mind at the last minute. It’s a decision he’s lived to regret.
A man complaining about “anti-male sexism” is the sound of a man crying about lost advantages. Huge, man-made, God-thundering advantages.
With Johnson departing, City Hall is the opposition's for the taking. But which contender will move first?
Although it won’t finally rank among his most accomplished works Murakami’s new novel, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, will be happily consumed by his fervent readers.
The authors argue that the west has no choice but to unfurl the banner of revolution again. The fiscal crisis and demographic changes have left treasuries creaking under the weight of debt.
His parents opposed the idea of him becoming a composer, pushing him bullishly towards the law.
Britain’s avian population is the most watched in the world – but new studies show nature in retreat.
From Nero’s decadent Golden House in Rome to Charles Fourier’s orgiastic French “courts of love”; public toilet glory holes to Eileen Gray’s sexy Mediterranean hideway.
Ben Whishaw stars as a grieving lover in this tale of cross-generational, Anglo-Chinese friendship.
This is a plot so grossly overloaded, so swollen with coincidences, that it makes EastEnders look lithe and minimalist.
In Shakespeare in Love, he is more Bart than Bard: a feckless, penniless hack dramatist with writer’s block who has terrible ideas for plays – “Romeo and Ethel, the Pirate’s Daughter”.
A concept album of sorts, this claims to chart the emotional experiences of an imaginary woman – from romantic activities to pain, deception and more.
At Sonic, the shtick is meant to be that the food arrives “at the speed of sound”; and the novelty in the late 1950s was that punters ordered their burgers and via speakers they could drive right up to.
To this day, you can only buy wine in French Canada via the government-run outlets of the SAQ: the Société des alcools du Québec.
The “matchbox sign” describes the tendency of a particular sort of patient to bring spurious evidence in a small container to show the doctor.
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