Deneuve is reunited with Depardieu in a deliciously retro boardroom farce

Warrington coach Tony Smith has effectively ruled Chris Bridge out of his line-up for the Challenge Cup final by naming him in his squad for the Carnegie Floodlit Nines at Headingley tonight.

To some, the sight of a handful of British wine critics raising their glasses in a Chinese restaurant in protest against plans to build a bridge across the vineyards of the Mosel might seem somewhat incongruous. Ridiculous even.

John Terry should not captain England at the World Cup finals. All those who still harbour any doubts about this may be persuaded otherwise when the red tops hit the mats this morning. The question should be whether the Chelsea defender even plays in the World Cup. "No" appears the shrewd bet today.

The director and star of 'Where The Wild Things Are' discuss their new film

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The witty Warden of Wadham taught the art of living life to the full to generations of Oxonians

You've had your time, gentlemen

An unprepossessing 19th-century converted warehouse on Liverpool's Parr Street has long been the unlikely source of some of Britain's most memorable musical creations.

To novelists, hotels mean the world in miniature - and Shusha Guppy enjoys her stay in the Himalayan heartlands

WHEN Z Cars began in 1962, it brought to television screens a "socio-realism" that was already being seen in the stage plays of writers such as John Osborne, Arnold Wesker and Shelagh Delaney, by portraying the police in a grittier, down-to-earth style than had previously been evident in the more homely environment of Dixon of Dock Green.

There's something rather endearing about Rupert Graves. Despite our meeting being scheduled for early evening, Graves appears to have just got out of bed. Dark hair sprouting wildly from his thin, beaker- shaped face, he affects a bemused-with-life persona, but comes on all bolshie. Happy to tell me he gets bored of doing plays that run longer than a month, he lacks the obligatory public relations riff most actors store up.

Il Trittico, The Coliseum, London WC2 (0171-632 8300) 7pm

It runs, like a weird spinal column, from London to Edinburgh. Rich in history, it's the longest, the oldest and the most dangerous - memorably described as `400 miles of death'. Yet it's much preferred, both by lorry drivers and Sunday motorists, to the motorways. Now, however, the transport caffs are going, the Little Chefs moving in, and a whole way of life is changing. By Christopher Middleton. Photographs by Trevor Ray Hart