But is he rebranding himself as an “authentic” singer-songwriter?
In a world in which chav-baiting is the norm, Nigel Blackwell nails the grotesqueness of the caring, sharing BoBos: the bohemian bourgeoisie.
Come on a head trip into the depths of the Amazon rainforest.
We don’t do badly in the Eurovision Song Contest because everybody hates us – we just haven’t been analysing the winning songs in enough detail. Luckily, one of the six hopefuls for the UK entry is in D minor…
The class hierarchy in acting doesn’t exist in a vacuum: it’s reflective of the rigged opportunities shutting the working class out of most positions of status and wealth in this country.
Adaptations are often lamented for not living up to their source material, but the Young Vic production of Eimear McBride's novel brilliantly bucks the trend.
Commentators have been particularly surprised by the omission of British grime artists.
Because of All Saints, I bought my first pair of cargo pants and practised looking crestfallen. This entire aesthetic fit perfectly with my burgeoning lesbianism.
The conversation is moving away from the traumatic events at its centre.
The biggest winners, ironically, would be Ukip.
The winners were boring, but perfomances and acceptance speeches were not without their usual dose of spectacle.
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