I woke up to a village with no bunting, so I presumed that we weren't having a street party, which was a relief. I headed off out to the shops to buy a couple of bottles of Scotch ready to settle down in front of the telly to decide which was the worst location given to a BBC correspondent. No such luck – I got home only to find the family in the other car, waiting for me. Apparently we were due at a royal wedding party, and I had been told about it several times in the past week. I snuck the whisky into the boot and slunk in to the car.

The Tories' demise interrupted his solo career, but now he is back on stage and leading the comedy front in the AV referendum Yes campaign. Matt Chorley meets David Schneider

Gore-based film-maker Eli Roth has been working with Russell Crowe on the unlikely-sounding historical kung fu action thriller The Man with the Iron Fists, co-starring Wu-Tang Clan rapper RZA (as a "weapons-making village blacksmith in feudal China"), who is also the film's director.

I spent the day filming a TV pilot in Holland Park. You, dear reader, are not the only person to spot my potential. It seems that with OMG With Peaches Geldof now looking like history there may need to be a replacement.

Peaches Geldof has been accused of shoplifting.

Back in civilisation, back in London, thank God. I went on a bender to celebrate my mom’s departure to the US. Ben took me to this weird place where we ended up with a bunch of young trendies that included the insufferable Peaches Geldof. God knows what it is that this girl does to fill her empty days.

Peaches Geldof feels like a vampire.

Peaches Geldof once dated a transsexual.

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Family affairs are still hard to resist

A chilling tale of modern-day slavery made for challenging bank holiday viewing. Even more challenging was BBC3's latest lunge at entertainment

We don't, says Dr Alice Roberts, the engaging host of Digging for Britain, know very much about the Anglo-Saxons. This is an immense relief to me. I can pretty much guarantee that I know less than most. In fact, I know virtually nothing: pre-modern history does, and probably always will, form an impenetrable black hole in my admittedly already pretty vacant brain. I'm not quite sure what it is: mention the Victorians and I'm all over it. But take me back to the fifth century and I back away like a rabbit in headlights. People then (at least this has always been my reasoning) were just so different. How can we possibly relate?

Being a child of a rock legend brings kudos, travel and famous friends – but fatherly wisdom and bedtime stories are rarely part of the deal. Rob Sharp reports