It's funny how the personality of a TV celebrity can permeate a place he owns. Gregg Wallace comes across on MasterChef as a no-nonsense, don't-muck-about, straight-talking, plain-dealing kind of geezer, not a foodie, certainly not a cook, just a chap who loves his food and appreciates it in big quantities. His most characteristic utterance in praise of a dish is, "I could polish off a 'ole plate of that". When you visit his new restaurant, Gregg's grinning visage keeps turning up in your head, beaming encouragement, defying you to find fault and criticise his down-home style.

JLS are all over this year's Sport Relief – they've recorded the official single, they're on TV, at the O2, and running The Mall. Alan Carr meets the chart-toppers.

My earliest food memory...Seeing my mum and grandmother cooking – although growing up as a boy in rural Spain at that time, you weren't supposed to be in the kitchen. If there's one thing that evokes childhood for me, it's partridge. My grandmother would cook it at Christmas, and I still remember the smell of the burning feathers.

A brutal rapist who terrorised elderly women in a suburb for more than a decade was told today he will live out his days behind bars.

Not since the war has growing food been so popular with 'townies', and many are now turning their hobby into a business

Two men appeared in court today charged with the murder of a man near a bus stop.

Patrick Wolf is perennially tipped for success, but after four previous albums it's questionable whether his idiosyncratic talent – which here combines dulcimer, Ondes Martenot and baritone ukulele with a flamboyant romanticism – will find a niche in mainstream affections.

A murder hunt has been launched after a teenager was shot dead in an apparent gangland hit.

When you make shelving a feature, rather than a bland device to store clutter, the stuff you display tends to look (and get treated) better...

Last week in London, audience participation in art reached a new level – an assembled throng ate an artist. The fashionably decrepit interior of 33 Portland Place – a house whose peeling rooms are now famous for starring in The King's Speech – played host to a life-size sculpture, or golem, of the American Matthew Day Jackson that had been lovingly made in sponge cake in the south London bakery of the St John restaurant. It was consumed throughout the evening.

Something is rotten at London's Borough Market – and it's not the organic goats' milk ice cream.

Liberal Democrat deputy leader Simon Hughes has reached out to anxious party members ahead of next month's local elections, insisting that the coalition is a "practical business relationship" rather than a "meeting of minds".