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Sketch: Getting to the bottom of Starbucks' tax arrangements is a

If nothing else the questioning of the country’s top taxperson was a study in exasperation today. Understandably, the Commons Public Accounts Committee was eager, desperate even, to find out from Lin Homer, HMRC’s chief executive, how it was that Starbucks managed to pay a trifling £8.6million in corporation tax on UK sales of - wait for it - £398million.

Gary Gold added to glittering new Bath set-up

If certain Premiership clubs are struggling for coaching staff at the end of a fraught season, there is one very good reason: Bath have recruited them all. The West Country club yesterday confirmed that the former Springbok coach Gary Gold would lead them in 2012-13, supported by the former England defence coach Mike Ford and two of the men at the heart of London Irish's progress in recent years, Toby Booth and Neal Hatley.

Sticking to their guns

While others turned to abstraction after 1945, British painters clung to their figurative instincts. It was a polite but powerful art, says Adrian Hamilton

My Life In Food: Patricia Michelson

After successfully selling Beaufort Chalet d'Alpage from her garden shed in Highgate, north London, Patricia opened a cheese shop, La Fromagerie, in Highbury Park in 1992. Ten years later she opened a second on Marylebone High Street and has written two award-winning books, Cheese and The Cheese Room.

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The day that 'The Independent' could be heard as well as read

In what was a broadcasting first, presenter Richard Bacon hosted his BBC Radio 5Live show in the newsroom of The Independent yesterday, dedicating his two-hour programme to an industry that finds itself at the centre of the news as well as reporting on it.

The Week in Radio: Why Melvyn is still master of the universe

It was curiously fitting to find In Our Time contemplating the end of the world as we know it. It's all too easy, gazing round the broadcasting landscape and chancing on programmes like F*** Off I'm Fat, or Snog, Marry, Avoid?, to get an inkling of cultural apocalypse. But if there was ever a programme to be put in a time capsule to prove that alongside the deluge of drivel with which we divert ourselves there was something that justified millennia of brain evolution, then it's In Our Time. I don't think this is over the top, is it?