“Do you know how hard we work? How little we earn? This city never gives you any chances.”
Antonia Quirke on Radio.
Candidates hop on a plane to the city that never... invests.
The Fall continues to be shot through with imagery that subtly (and often not so subtly) connects violence against women with sex.
A running commentary by Ricky Hatton and fellow boxers to mark the 40th anniversary of the super-fight, in what turned out to be a brilliantly conceived and delivered programme
It's sexism and geopolitics for all ages as the teams attempt to invent their own board games.
It’s as if two sixth formers had watched a few old DVDs – The Dick Emery Show, Rising Damp, the odd episode of Bottom or Alan Partridge – then written down the first thing that came into their heads.
A community of tattoo artists in Copenhagen vehemently reject the swastika’s associations with all things menacing and want to “reclaim the symbol” as a deeply ancient emblem of well-being and peace.
“The task is a foreign country,” as LP Hartley wrote in the opening line of his first Apprentice review, “they do things differently there.”
Confusing as ABC.
The plot reared up and hissed like a snake. Improbabilities. Coincidences. Unlikely connections. A frenzied cheesiness suddenly infected the storytelling.
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