Rachel Cooke trained as a reporter on The Sunday Times. She is now a writer at The Observer. In the 2006 British Press Awards, she was named Interviewer of the Year.
To make a pearl, you need grit and I am wondering where that little bit of necessary sand is going to come from this time around.
Uhtred doesn’t know if he fancies shepherd’s pie or gravadlax. For some reason, I'm in thrall.
Plus Abi Morgan’s new drama River – it should be so good, and yet it is so bafflingly bad.
A “structured reality” show about pensioners in Bournemouth, plus Unforgotten.
Without even looking at Sutherland’s portrait, Churchill decreed it “a remarkable example of modern art”, cue much sycophantic laughter from his parliamentary colleagues.
It turns out that rural Herefordshire is a veritable hotbed of satanic activity.
The Ascent of Woman seems like it was born to be broadcast on the BBC, unlike All Change at Longleat, which feels like one it has nicked from ITV.
The clichéd decade: Cradle to Grave and Danny and the Human Zoo reviewed.
Adam Mars-Jones has created a clever, stoical and cool account of caring for a dying father.
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