It is the duty of a doctor to help as best they can in the event of an emergency. The keen young newly qualified doctors are often very quick indeed to respond. I never head the stampede, and often I’ve found there are too many offers of help, and not enough space to do anything.

An audience with the author at the Bath Literature Festival

On the buttons: David Phelan has ears-on time with an impressive new sound system

Tom Peck goes behind the scenes on deadline day to see how Sky bombards us with reporters in car parks, electric windows and 'breaking news yellow'

Thousands of protesters who marched through an eastern Chinese city today to protest about the expansion of a petrochemical factory won a pledge from the local government that the project would be halted.

You don't score any points for comparing Chesnutt to Marvin Gaye and Curtis Mayfield.

Bethesda welcomes back an old friend.

A perfect book for a rainy Test, this lively account of "a man with more theatrics than a repertory company" scores by exploring both the preface and aftermath of Fred Trueman's volcanic cricket.

There's never been a post-match interview like it. Just before it, the Centre Court had watched with grudging sympathy as Andy Murray picked up his runner's-up prize. He held the plate aloft as if it were a silver "Thinks" balloon emblazoned with the word "LOSER". His face was a familiar picture of flared-nostril disgust and grumpy petulance, the visage of a lanky teenager whining, "It's not faaaiiiiiir".

Murray's blubs saw him join an elite band of damp-eyed sports people. But it's not just athletes enjoying a tear-propelled popularity bounce. John Walsh grabs a hanky

Trailer demonstrates real time hotkey equipping, follower commands, and "Dragon Shouts".

Aung San Suu Kyi steps up her campaign despite fears elections will not be fair

For me, radio drama has always been a special form of torture. There's the tiny shoot of optimism that comes with the opening credits of a new play that invariably wilts into disappointment as the action unfolds. This will later give way to irritation at those who can pack the schedules with such reliable treasures as From Our Own Correspondent or Just a Minute and then commission drama after drama of such depressing inanity that they might as well be performed by sock puppets.

For me, radio drama has always been a special form of torture. There's the tiny shoot of optimism that comes with the opening credits of a new play that invariably wilts into disappointment as the action unfolds. This will later give way to irritation at those who can pack the schedules with such reliable treasures as From Our Own Correspondent or Just a Minute and then commission drama after drama of such depressing inanity that they might as well be performed by sock puppets.