'It’s so friendly and so open that it’s like a feeling of Woodstock'
Following the runaway ratings success of Horizon: The Secret Life of the Cat, the BBC has announced plans for another animal-themed show, Ronnie's Pedigree Pals, presented by Ronnie Corbett.
'We've taken 15 per cent more calls from people wanting to give up their cats than the same period last year'
The erection of a steel tower which stands at the head of one of the music areas at the Glastonbury Festival has been delayed after wild birds were discovered in the structure.
Chris Ofili won the Turner Prize in 1998 for a portrait made (partly) with cow dung. But art collectors on a smaller budget than the Tate - which bought Ofili’s No Woman No Cry - can soon pick up a painting made with cow dung.
A pilot who was killed after his helicopter crashed into a crane in central London had been advised not to embark on the journey because of poor visibility.
There are few things nicer than walking a dog and I'll happily borrow a friend's canine for a stomp around the park. Sadly like many nine-to-five officer workers, renters and cramped townies it wouldn't be fair of me to own a dog. This is a shame. I grew up with dogs (a mutt called Ziggy, then a Jack Russell called Mini) but haven't had the joy of walking my own since leaving home 10 years ago.
The pilot of the helicopter which crashed in central London on Wednesday morning may have been trying to change channel on his communications radio when the aircraft collided with a crane at rush hour.
Bored at work? Here are some suggestions to make the time fly by.
The internet meme inspires yet another art show
While David Cameron is on holiday in Cornwall, Larry the Downing Street cat has at last been earning his keep.
Chelsea have produced artist's impressions of how a new stadium at Battersea Power Station would look, despite not being selected as preferred bidders to redevelop the site.
As the biggest national survey begins on Channel 4 tomorrow, Sarah Morrison separates reality from myth
Iain McKell has documented the tribes of gritty modern Britain – the skinheads, punks, Blitz Kids and rockabillies – with understated ease. Yet when I go to meet him, I find the photographer in the incongruously leafy environs of Kensington. His house, despite the polite suburban setting, is a seething archive of his work of over 30 years, in which time he has contributed to influential magazines such as Italian Vogue, The Face and i-D.
EM Forster once wrote an essay called "Battersea Rise". It was the name of the house where his great-aunt, Marianne Thornton, lived, a very grand place somewhere among the huge Edwardian mansions around Clapham Common. The Rise itself never had many pretensions, however. It's a strip of London's South Circular up which, in the 1960s, enormous car-transporter lorries used to run through the night and make the houses shake.
In recent English literature, genre and custom tend to compress the roles and thoughts available to the people of inner-city South London. Thanks to a tradition that swings between satire and miserabilism, they may figure as victims or villains, emblems of class divisions and demographic shifts, or (you suspect, in the near-future) the sullen tinder of riot. For spiritual crises, dark nights of the soul and searing flashes of grace or grief, fiction often calls at a swankier address. But not always: Graham Greene in Clapham, or Muriel Spark in Peckham, have found ecstasies and epiphanies in the sort of postcode where Essex cabbies rarely choose to drive after dark.