London musical theatre is going great guns, and in terms of new shows, it's the Book of Mormon on everyone’s radar. (With the marketing blitz that has covered all of the South East I am not surprised.) But a show that has quietly just opened is the one I have been waiting for.
It was set to be the ballerina face-off of the season: Alina Cojocaru's fierce, saintly Nikiya pitched against Marianela Núñez's wickedly entitled Gamzatti.
The problem with the British economy, we are so often told, is that we're over-reliant on the service sector. We just don't make things any more.
Last night the Queen invited me and 299 of her closest friends to Windsor Castle for a special celebration of the British film industry – and to witness a unique and historic event.
A man's love for his wife, even as her health is rapidly declining, is the premise of Amour.
John Major – or at least his fictional equivalent – is weeping nightly onstage at the Gielgud Theatre as part of Peter Morgan's new play The Audience.
The Rolling Stones concert in Hyde Park, in July '69, was my 15th birthday present to myself, a couple of weeks off the day.