Our peerless pedant reviews the slips from this week's Independent

The Queen capped her Diamond Jubilee year by becoming the first monarch to attend the Cabinet in more than two centuries.

One of the last directors to work with Simon Ward has told of the actor's striking professionalism during “gruelling” performances, despite already suffering from health problems.

Two centuries ago, an affair sparked a Danish Enlightenment. Now a film takes up the amazing story.

Garrick Club, London

It is 60 years since she succeeded to the throne – a reign in which her sense of duty and absolute retention of royal mystique has only deepened her subjects’ affection for her.

"I am here, but I am not all there." So declares the troubled monarch at the centre of Alan Bennett's play. In Christopher Luscombe's production, a wall of empty frames looms over the stage: this royal family is expert in framing itself for public view. But now, someone has forgotten how.

There must have been a moment or two there where the Duke of Edinburgh had to bite his tongue. Maybe the Queen had had it bitten for him. Maybe she'd asked Barack to bring him as a gift those "fell pony bits and shanks" (this had to be repeated to us hacks three or four times). Maybe he was wearing the bits to stop saying the things he is famous for saying as they showed POTUS and FLOTUS around the displays in the Royal Collection.

The death of the Earl of Onslow this week has robbed the upper house of one of the last of its shameless eccentrics.

Though two million pay homage to this fissured symbol every year, the Liberty Bell is little known in this country. If we know it at all, we tend to claim that it was "cast in Whitechapel".

A painting of an 18th-century English major which once graced the walls of Gianni Versace's opulent Villa Fontanelle on the shores of Lake Como has been reunited with the British family from whom it was stolen more than 30 years ago.