Jack and Bobby
Leo McKinstry <em>HarperCollins, 492pp, £18.99</em>
Television - Andrew Billen enjoys a documentary about the heyday of light entertainment
My memories of Bradford amount to once missing a train there
They're very good, the flunkies and major-domos at the Dorchester, but then, for £2,500 a night, they ought to be.
The day I rubbed shoulders with a real live lord in the sponsors' lounge
Children were dismayed to find no baked beans at a farmers' market
I've found something brilliant. Honest, I really have
If you have a quince tree to hand, this is what you do with it
Television - Bonnie Greer watches a rose-tinted adaptation of Zadie Smith's <em>White Teeth</em>
The miners who are digging for light
A Yorkshireman is rude equally to his wife, his parents, his friends and his dog
Aside from love, few activities seem to promise us as much happiness as travelling: taking off for somewhere else, somewhere far from home, a place with more interesting weather, customs and landscapes. However, it also seems that few events regularly go as wrong as holidays.
Television - Andrew Billen finds <em>College Girls</em> contains nothing titillating at all
Sidelines - Who ate all the pies? Who ate all the pies? Why it was Leeds, of course . . .
Film - Philip Kerr enjoys a good, old-fashioned thriller, especially the car chase
The fan - Why can't Scotland win? Too many deep-fried Mars Bars? Or racism?
If I were editor of Hello! magazine, I wouldn't know whether to be writing my letter of resignation at my stylish but businesslike desk, or giving thanks on my knees from my hard-wearing yet elegant carpet.
Food - Bragging among TV chefs has reached Mussolini-like proportions
Keane: the autobiography
Roy Keane (with Eamon Dunphy) <em>Michael Joseph, 294pp, £17.99</em>
In Dublin, you are more likely to find Caesar salad than honest Irish stew
Television - Andrew Billen flinches from the melodrama of a modern <em>Wuthering Heights</em>
A BMW, a big house and a powdered wig - they all could have been mine
Big Ron has become Herr Ron, with a sleek silver wig and new specs
Television - Andrew Billen watches as the TV suits hold their annual exercise in self-justification
If you want to see the eighth wonder of the world, you have to pick up the keys from the ticket office of an Underground station in east London. Not that they'll part with them to just anybody.
Revealed: the words that could get you banned from television. Lauren Booth reports
Whatever became of the bumping pitch and the blinding light?
Many English schoolchildren have a nutritionally deficient diet
Call me Ishmael. I've been hunting a monster of the deep. Not from the prow of a whaler, but from another equally dramatic vantage point: the kitchens of London's Chinatown.