Why subverting style is more than just a knowing wink
I loathe London and visit it as little as I can. But on the the other hand, I find it hard to resist the sight of a self-deceiving tool making a spectacle of themselves. So I really do mean to make a special effort to visit the forthcoming V&A exhibition, "The House of Annie Lennox", which runs from next month until the end of February and to which admission is absolutely free. In such cash-strapped times, I foresee many a middle-class Mumsnetter using this outing in lieu of the traditional panto. It will certainly provide the usual prompts for audience debate and participation: "Annie Lennox is a hypocritical cow to criticise Rihanna for prancing around in her scanties when she regularly used to take her top off onstage back in the day!" "O no, she's not!" – "O yes, she is!" – and so on.
Playwright Mark Ravenhill and composer Michael Nyman have given a new spin to a classic opera, discovers Nicola Christie
"Women of the world, take over," the whimsical Scots bard Ivor Cutler once urged, his advice taken last Friday at a concert featuring women performers from different strata of the musical spectrum.
It's pretty embarrassing to admit, but whenever I read the New Year Honours list, there's always a part of me that hopes that – due to a massive clerical cock-up – my name will somehow appear.
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Annie Lennox hoarsely bellowing the very bleakest of carols with all the warmth of a stern Victorian materfamilias?
Blair buys a portrait depicting her as a 12-century courtier
The singer is opposed to the makeover of her home city's Union Terrace Gardens
The Old Vic's artistic director, Kevin Spacey, sneaked into a star-studded musical tribute to Annie Lennox at London's Guildhall to surprise the Eurythmics singer straight after his nightly turn in Inherit the Wind.
Old wobbly-head is back with his songwriting as strong in places as it was circa White Ladder, the album that brought him to the attention of those living outside Ireland (where WL is still the biggest selling record of all time).
It's taken David Gray four years to follow up Life in Slow Motion, and frankly, you have to wonder what's been holding him up, as these 11 pleasant, predictable songs represent no great development or deviation from the course of his previous work.
Eddy Grant’s firmly established and highly respected career has been hard-earned, but his achievements speak for themselves.
The world has changed since 1986. But not that much. Back in the day, thousands of footsore opponents of South Africa's apartheid regime marched through south London to Clapham Common, where they settled back to enjoy a free concert to highlight their righteous cause. The event, a year after Live Aid, heralded a sea change in popular opposition to the Pretoria government. Today – two major Wembley concerts later – Nelson Mandela has been out of jail for 18 years, South Africa is putting its segregated past behind it and the former political prisoner is elevated to the status of the world's most revered statesman.
Books: I must confess that I'm not a great reader. At the moment I'm reading my son's Stig of the Dump by Clive King and I've got a plant catalogue on the go. I have an allotment and I dream about plants. Whenever I go to my gran's house in Scotland I dip into the Kenneth Williams diaries.