The model and celebrity Katie Price is set to walk down the aisle for a third time.

Theatre director Stephen Unwin explains why he is revisiting one of Manfred Karge's plays from the Eighties

Theatre director Stephen Unwin on why he is championing a European maverick

David Walliams talks to Eddie Izzard

I thought only ritzy people got to sit on the front row. But there was Sally Bercow, wedged between former PMs Gordon and Tony for the Queen's speech at Westminster on Tuesday. So wedged, in fact, that when her clingy skirt rode up to show her stocking-tops, she was powerless to stop it. Bercow, whatever her state of undress, is always deployed by the right-wing press to embarrass her husband, but he needed no such help this time, rambling on as he did about a gay charity during what was arguably the monarch's time to shine, before calling Her Majesty a "kaleidoscope Queen", summoning a Soho nightspot to mind rather than anything more traditionally regal.

Even in 1983 when it was first published, the Swedish photographer Christer Strömholm wrote in the foreword of the book that made his name: "These images are from another time."

The latest album from the almost self-destructively prolific Stephin Merritt finds him once again deeply in love with synth pop.

Louder, prouder, steamier, dreamier, older and wiser

Two very funny Shakespeares and an 18th-century romp join the wave of comedies rolling across the British stage

A man who pushed a leading human rights lawyer in front of a Tube train was cleared of murder but found guilty of manslaughter at the Old Bailey yesterday.

There’s an understandable perception that Evan Dando blew it.

The inspired casting of Bertie Carvel as Miss Trunchbull in Matilda, one of the year's greatest performances, owes something to the RSC's employment policies. Casting has to be blind to sex and race. Now I am not sure whether a woman could ever play the role again – or, indeed, anyone else but Mr Carvel. It is his role, in the same way that Mark Rylance is now synonymous with Johnny "Rooster" Byron in Jerusalem. The soft-voiced, sadistic, sports-mad headmistress with her leather coat and whistle is a glorious creation.

The Beetle was a bizarre hybrid novel of supernatural romantic mystery published in 1897, the same year as Dracula, and initially it eclipsed the undead count's sales.

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