In the Cath Kidson filled kitchen, we find dear Ed; flailing about as he simultaneously tries to get his soufflé to rise; and convince Dappy, E L James, and Joeys Essex and Barton to play ball over VAT reform.
A really odd thing once happened to my journalism. And then, equally oddly or more so, it happened again.
The seminar that included participants from Syria, Yemen, Qatar, Jordan, Morocco, Tunisia, Iraq, Algeria and Turkey ended with an eight-point statement to combat hate speech and promote actions to further ethics, good governance and self-regulation.
Whilst I'm not a fan of positive discrimination, women's sport needs a platform to highlight its achievements and to encourage change. The recipients of next week's awards are the trailblazers that will get us there. Maybe in the future we won't need women's only sport awards, but right now without it some of
It's a beautiful Tuesday in Keswick where we've gathered just after lunch to watch episodes 3 and 4 of Twin Peaks. The last episode ended on a pretty odd note so we are very curious to see how these next two will unfold.
I am frequently under the weather, but I seldom know whether I will weather the storm that forecasters have forecast, which is why I can't predict what kind of weather I will be under.
Let's talk about Camille Sullivan. This was a close one - just as I was going to print, a batch of Camille's new photos arrived in my mailbox. Yes! Oops. I went off on a tangent. How so not me.
We owe it to our vets -- and the American people -- to take steps to usher more veterans into the film and television business -- on set, in production offices and in the writer's room.
As the popularity of reality TV fades, what is taking its place is amazing content that's being created by everyday people. We're experiencing something incredible - the democratization of content.
My students saw homophobic language as obviously offensive. It wasn't something anyone, including the writer of the material, needed to point out to them. To do so was, in their mind, a waste of creative energy, perhaps even old-fashioned, like a heavy-handed morality tale. On the one hand I found this refreshing, but on the other, this discovery was also worrisome.
Let's try to imagine a world where anyone -- you, me, Google, the Chinese government, a VC firm, basically anyone with enough money -- could make a deal to distribute any channel of television over the public Internet. The key to understanding this is to define the word "channel."
It's quite arresting to see, looking back at THE MEDIA BEAT's earliest days, that Iraq was then still a relatively new war.
Nearly two-thirds of the 200 highest-grossing films of the past 12 years have involved UK talent in leading roles. That really does make me proud to be British in Hollywood this week!
What turned out to be not quite so compelling, is when the show began to stray away from Mulaney's comedy and started to rely heavily on cliche sitcom one-liners. Coupled with audience laughter after every other joke delivery, things began to rapidly sour.
Why did no one see your short film? Why didn't it get into those festivals? Why wasn't your feature film bought and distributed? Why couldn't you sell your script?
We find out that Dale Cooper, an FBI agent, has been sent into the town to investigate. What does it mean? He goes to the morgue to inspect the body and finds a letter stuck underneath her ring fingernail, linking her death to a series of murders. Creepy stuff. It starts coming to light that some foul play was definitely involved.