One Minute With: Tom Rob Smith, novelist

I'm sitting at my desk in Bermondsey, and I can see St Paul's Cathedral and the London Eye. It's amazingly quiet. There's not much green space here, so the river becomes that.

Guests feast on Matthew Day Jackson's edible life-size sculpture

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.

Coalition 'is practical agreement'

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".

Simon Hughes launches Lib Dem deputy bid

Simon Hughes today launched his bid to become deputy leader of the Liberal Democrats, with the backing of outgoing deputy and Business Secretary Vince Cable.

Money, 42-44 Bermondsey Street, London

Shunt know all about spectacle. For this, their first company show since 2006's creepy Rear Window homage Amato Saltone, they have created a theatrical space of breathtaking ambition and invention. Having moved from their usual home in the spooky vaults underneath London Bridge station, the experimental theatre collective are currently holed up in an abandoned cigar warehouse on nearby Bermondsey Street.

Del'Aziz, 11 Bermondsey Sq, London SE1

It's the dog days of summer, you're stuck in London, the weather is humid, grumbly and headache-y, and no new independently owned restaurants are opening this month. You're starving and want to be transported, gastronomically speaking, from the English summer. You want to eat somewhere with a reek of charred flesh, an abrasive tang of roasted spices, a fume of bletted exotic fruits and the dirty, ashen feel of coffee grounds in tiny cups. You aren't quite sure which cuisine is calling you, but you know it's from somewhere between Marrakesh and Madagascar.

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