Columnists

Katherine Butler: To live, and die, for the thrill of speed

Notebook

Inside Columnists

Tom Sutcliffe: We jump to judge the rich – so why not the poor?

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Social Studies: The question remains of what you do with clots who aren't interested in reciprocation or responsibility at all

What's so great about the outdoors?

Monday, 13 June 2011

We're obsessed with going alfresco. But, argues Tim Walker, life on the inside is far more civilised.

Shaun Walker: If Sharon's not there, it ain't happening

Monday, 13 June 2011

Notebook: Russia is fertile ground for celebrities of all hues to make pots of extra cash.

Editor-At-Large: End of life care is a disgrace. I, for one, am staying home

Sunday, 12 June 2011

Tomorrow night on BBC2, viewers will see a 71-year-old man die in a clinic run by the non-profit organisation Dignitas in Switzerland. Sir Terry Pratchett's film follows motor neurone disease sufferer Peter Smedley, who has taken the decision to end his life.

Dom Joly: Nando's can keep its black card and its clucking awful puns

Sunday, 12 June 2011

As I continue my seemingly endless tour of the country, certain lessons are learned. The TV in my dressing room will never work. Anybody waiting for you outside the stage door has the capacity to kill. Do not start a gig in King's Lynn with "is it true you've all got webbed feet?"

Brian Viner: Camera-shy Platini cannot use Cook's long wait to justify refusal

Saturday, 11 June 2011

The Last Word

Richard Ingrams: 'For the sake of the family' doesn't always wash

Saturday, 11 June 2011

Notebook

David Lister: When audience participation resembles sexual harassment

Saturday, 11 June 2011

The Week in Arts

Alice Jones: Mel Gibson, lovable? Er, I don't think so

Saturday, 11 June 2011

IMHO

Dylan Jones:'Two Door Cinema Club look not unlike any other floppy-fringed boy band of the past 30 years'

Saturday, 11 June 2011

If you see their jaunty pop promos – old-fashioned, so weirdly refreshing – or ever watch them live, County Down band Two Door Cinema Club (so named when guitarist Sam Halliday mispronounced the name of the local Bangor cinema, Tudor Cinema) sort of crouch down, curling over their instruments, as though they've possibly only just learnt to play them – carefully watching their fingers crawl up and down the fretboard, not entirely sure where they're going to end up. This is engaging, and makes them appear even younger than they are, the best boys in their class, beavering away under an imaginary glass ceiling, effervescent and jangly in equal measure. In preppy jumpers, plimsoles and sports jackets, with floppy fringes and smiles, they look not unlike Haircut 100, Orange Juice, or any other floppy-fringed boy band of the past 30 years.

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