“Do you know how hard we work? How little we earn? This city never gives you any chances.”
Once married to the actress Peggy Ashcroft, Hutchinson was known be a dashing, lyrical figure liable to quote poetry.
This is a plot so grossly overloaded, so swollen with coincidences, that it makes EastEnders look lithe and minimalist.
Channel 4’s Utopia is a complex and unpredictable thriller which refuses to give easy answers on the challenges of population growth.
There’s such pleasure for the listener in hearing something you know being chewed over properly.
The Iron Bank of Game of Thrones embodies aspects of real-world institutions like the IMF, wielding its own form of power and backing those it feels support its interests.
While I understand the impulse to watch a show about otters and dry stone walling, I can’t understand the success of Countryfile at all. It’s so awful: so cheesy and laboured.
The radio column.
It has a scene in which the Doctor’s companion Chris, a muscular blond policeman from the 30th century, experimentally tries gay sex in the back of a car. Because he’s from the future, this cures Aids.
The Men Who Made Us Spend (Saturdays, 9pm) is a fascinating, well-researched series but be warned: it will make you want to punch the nearest wall. Plus: Britain’s Poshest Nannies.
No radio interviewer inserts themself quite so barmily into a dialogue like Matthew Bannister.
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