“Do you know how hard we work? How little we earn? This city never gives you any chances.”
In Parliament, deals are being cut everywhere. Some are gruesome, others merely farcical.
The programme reminded us what "monstrous" means.
The candles are everything.
The series killed off Christopher Eccleston to let Sofie Gråbøl and Stanley Tucci steal the show. Intriguing or batty? It's both.
Following his on-air announcement of a prostate cancer scare last week, the Radio 2 DJ has been in thoughtful mode.
The half-hour World Service program is just not cricket.
After Parks and Rec, 30 Rock and Bridesmaids, why do some in the industry still doubt women are funny?
It was less “Remembering Elvis”, more “Praising Bill Kenwright”.
There’s nothing else like this unnervingly quiet drama on our screens right now.
Power needs a myth, and the new BBC adaptation of Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall gives us the perfect one in Mark Rylance’s Cromwell.
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