Here's an unsettling Venn diagram. One circle encloses the set of foetuses that may, within the current law, be terminated. The other circle encloses the set of premature babies that, within current technology, can successfully be kept alive. And in the intersection – somewhere between week 23 and week 24 of a pregnancy – lie those babies that qualify both as abortable and savable – the subject of Adam Wishart's challenging film 23 Week Babies: the Price of Life. Until relatively recently this intersection didn't exist at all, since doctors weren't able to keep such early births alive. And even now the overlap is very small indeed: only nine out every 100 such births survive to leave hospital and of those another six will be moderately or severely disabled. What doctors have been getting better at, it seems, is stretching out the process for those that eventually die. Where it used to happen in a matter of days, they can now be in intensive care for weeks before the end finally comes.
For some reason I am always ridiculously tired at the end of a year – and psychologically I have a renewed sense of energy and excitement at the beginning of the new one. I don't really know why that should be the case, because it is really only one day that melts into another – yet I feel it is a cause to celebrate.
Sporting a bow tie and a broad grin, Jonny Sweet, genius of socially awkward comedy and winner of last year's Edinburgh Comedy Award for Best Newcomer, has found another poor unfortunate to bring to life. Imagine a Hugh Grant type with "street Tourette's" ("let's do this shit!") and you'll have some idea of the persona he's created.
Emma Townshend has the perfect plan to catch the eye of passers-by – and nothing will stop them in their tracks quite like an array of plants from foreign climes
There is a charming photograph of 36 on the Quay when it was the Anchor Inn a century ago. It shows a thick-set ruffian with the moustache of a villain in a Chaplin movie. Hands tucked into his waistband, legs apart, he's looking at the camera as though accusing it of spilling his pint. Around him are half a dozen cronies, glaring at the intruding lens. They wouldn't have made the Anchor feel a very welcome place to pop into for a refreshing sherbet.
James Lawton on the centenary of England at Twickenham
Stade Francais 15 Bath 13: Meehan criticises 'cabbage patch' pitch in Paris after seeing injury-hit opponents end his team's European campaign
Home-made or dried, nothing beats a warming bowl of pasta – especially with the toppings Skye Gyngell has in store...
As our hunt gathers pace, more evidence emerges of the predicament facing Britain's native species
Remote-controlled helicopters are nothing new and the average park will often house a 'copter geek playing with their toy chopper. But the Spycopter offers something new – not only is it a sturdy, large-scale model, but it also comes fitted with a wireless video camera which transmits a video feed back to a receiver that can be connected to a USB port on a computer to view what the helicopter is seeing. Want to check on your neighbour's prize cabbages? Fancy seeing what your house looks like from the air? This is the flying machine for you.