I wonder whether Julien Temple is stitching up Richards in his documentary The Origin of the Species.
A seducing documentary used recordings of Orson Welles speaking unguardedly over lunches in a restaurant in Hollywood between 1983 and 1985.
The candidates shovel saffron into some trifle.
Christopher Jefferies stands for us all in the matter of what the newspapers can do to a person, should they happen to take against him.
The roc/doc/mockumentary returns for a second series and – oh no! – there’s a jukebox musical in the works...
One day Cumming was warned that it might emerge that he was not his father’s biological son. It was a bad moment in his life, no question. And yet, on some sad level, he greeted the news with relief.
Everyone is white, and everyone is rich – or about to be. Where’s the grit in that? But grit there is: it is stupid to assume that for a drama to be a hit, it must be filled with “people like us”.
Running around and fetching things is this week’s hard-nosed business challenge. And there are some old favourites.
A magazine peopled almost entirely by those who think Debrett’s New Guide to Etiquette and Modern Manners is full of genuinely useful advice.
Mozart was fond of “scatological smut” and found “the sound of rude words especially hilarious”.
The teams are let loose in Somerset to explore the "rural market".
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