You play a dangerous game doing a Hitler parody. There is no link to the video - this is safe for work.
When asked how England would get on in the ICC Champions trophy final against India, most people start climbing fences. Not HITC sports writer Rana Malook.
As expected, Facebook's big product announcement Thursday was the launch of video for Instagram.
So Charlie, Willy Wonka, Violet Beauregarde, Mike Teavee, Veruca Salt and Augustus Gloop (the "great, big, greedy nincompoop") are about to arrive at London's Theatre Royal Drury Lane, in a musical version of Roald Dahl's bestselling childrens' novel Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
This preposterous thriller has its roots in a legitimate concern, recently aired in the documentary The House I Live In: that the US war on drugs is becoming a theatre of cruelty, pumping up futile drug-arrest figures to appease the press.
Alfred Hitchcock gave us mind-blowing finales at Mount Rushmore and the Statue of Liberty.
It is one of the beauties of cricket that within the overall narrative of a game lie so many smaller stories, the plays within the play.
Tradition demands that Royal Ascot should maintain some composure at all times but the sangfroid slipped on Thursday afternoon as the Queen became the first reigning monarch in the 207-year history of the Gold Cup to win the Royal meeting's most famous race.