“One man. One Bus. Three hundred and sixty miles of simulated post-apocalyptic desert and the endless struggle between man and nature personified.” The tagline for computer game Desert Bus makes it sound pretty exciting. It isn’t.

The MP's resignation letter couldn't disguise his disenchantment with Ed Miliband

In Arizona zookeepers fed tigers frozen fish while meteorologists baked biscuits in their van

A man died and another was in hospital in a serious condition as a heatwave blistered parts of the US.

“Anglia Square Not Leicester Square” is the slogan of a campaign trying to encourage producers to hold the premiere of the Alan Partridge film Alpha Papa in Norwich.

A friend of mine recently got married in Las Vegas and celebrated by going to see Rod Stewart in concert there. He was enchanted by the whole glitzy glamour of the experience, and yet he’s a pretty old-fashioned type of socialist and, as it happens, an actor.

More than a million children are growing up in the UK without a father, a report on family breakdown has found.

Documentary crew will attempt to recover ET: The Extra-Terrestrial from the desert

Is there a modern version of hell that avoids the medieval image of demons thrusting the souls of the damned into hellfire? Indeed there is. In Catholic circles, hell is defined as an eternity spent in the absence of God.

Being on an expedition is about deprivation Whether its trekking through the jungles in Peru or hiking up Kilimanjaro, you really value the resources you have: one pair of pants, limited rations of food, limited battery power. My trips also remind me what I have left behind. Once I'm back home, I'll really value what I have, until I start to become complacent – then I'll go off around the world again.

Once Sheikh Mohammed elected to watch Dawn Approach compete in the Qipco 2,000 Guineas, it was inevitable that the topic of the recent doping scandal that has shaken his elite Godolphin racing empire and the sport as a whole would be high on any list of questions. Almost as inevitably, its broaching was the cold spoon in the soufflé, even in the aftermath of the colt's impressive victory.

As rock samples show evidence of life on the Red Planet, scientists and enthusiasts live like astronauts far closer to home,  in the harsh terrain of Utah's desert

My plan this week was to write about science. Honestly, it was. The World Service was running a series of solemn-sounding talks called Exchanges at the Frontier, each delivered by leading epidemiologists, physiologists and other miscellaneous ologists whose job titles were very possibly made up. However bleak their message, I felt it my duty to hear them out. And listening on Sunday morning, for a while I was genuinely concerned about the plight of humankind in the face of horrible mutating viruses that could knock out much of population and possibly leave pigs and poultry to run things.

This elegiac novel of mid-life crisis brilliantly captures the decline of a superpower