This week Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg are crowned our reigning kings of bathos, that most British of pastimes.
After two decades of unpredictable weather, the sun blazed down on the 20th T in the Park, turning the Balado site into a dustbowl worthy of a Leone western and creating long queues for the splashy log flume.
Kele Okereke and I are sitting in Brixton Village, south London – the covered market where rows of glistening meat and oddly shaped yams jostle with trendy pop-up restaurants – watching a fight between two men.
Pop years are a bit like dog years, shorter than most other time frames.
For some, it's Ascot time; for others, it's time for Glyndebourne.
Even by tiny celebrity standards, Selena Gomez is of practically Borrower proportions.
Justin Bieber has turned from adorable pop star to Tasmanian devil in the blink of an eye.
You can boil this sci-fi spectacle down to Transformers vs Godzillas, but with Del Toro at the helm it's the thinking person's big, dumb blockbuster: an unironic, city-stomping smash-up mixing state-of-the-art effects with curiously antiquated action-movie dynamics.
Move breaks with traditional approach over festive period, and marks first time a musical has been shown live on national television
Drummer was left with severe burns after 2008 crash that killed four people, and pleaded that people take his life
Gangsters versus monsters in two new releases this week - and the monsters win!