'Most of what I write is really bad'

Soot-covered, sexually abused child slaves getting their limbs lopped off by looms – it really is grim up North

Creepy statistic of the week:

Sketch realignment is a feature of this year's Fringe with various groups combining or downsizing, splintering off into solo ventures and so forth. The scene has never been so varied and there is something for even the most sceptical observer of the genre.

The last time Phoebe Waller-Bridge appeared on stage, in Jack Thorne’s Mydidae, she was naked in a bathroom and going through her ablutions. In her hot new solo show for Edinburgh, she’s no less startling or revealing but she does keep her clothes on.

I’d always worried that perhaps I was a terrible person to find fidelity such a compromise to my natural instincts

Completing a trilogy begun with Love and continued in Faith, this is the gentlest and most amenable of Ulrich Seidl's dramas of female sexuality. Thirteen-year-old Melanie (Melanie Lenz) is spending the summer at an Austrian diet camp where "discipline" is the watchword for the tubby teen inmates.

It's unlikely, as the house belonged to his girlfriend's ex-husband, with the Spanish international set to rent the property out instead of making a surprise return to London

The survey also claims that almost seven million people in the UK have admitted to taking an intimate picture of themselves

His achievements are huge, but defy logic. He is a considerable power in the global music industry without, it seems, having much interest in actual music

Inquest in Westminster hears how the unruly member of conservation site staff bore a grudge after he was fired for getting into fights and having an affair with a volunteer

Bang With Friends CEO Colin Hodge claims the app now has more than 1.1 million users

Natasha Chowdory shares some home truths on balancing working full-time with studying for a degree

Pink mist curls through this hugely atmospheric and affecting verse-drama as a haunting symbol of the gulf between being and nothingness. How to cope when a loved one dies: goes "from being there to not", vanishes into "a fine spray of pink, a delicate mist"?