London council refused filming on its estates because of negative stereotyping of black gangs

Great Britain's taekwondo team have been told success in the World Championships which begin in Gyeongju, South Korea, today could earn them a ticket to the London Olympics. Performance director Gary Hall will nominate his 2012 weight categories shortly after his 10-strong squad return from Korea and expects a selection headache.

If the BBC Trust is serious about wresting the young and ethnic minorities away from their existing radio choices and on to Radio 4, it should perhaps get in touch with Brits winner Tinie Tempah. On paper, he already sounds like the archetypal Radio 4 listener. "He was passionate about English and Shakespeare," enthused his school teacher. "He was the only person I knew who looked forward to National Poetry Day." Unfortunately for the Trust, the 22-year-old from Peckham who has risen to be Britain's foremost rapper seems entirely resistant to social engineering and loyal to Radio 1Xtra.

Sally Bercow is, of course, the wife of Cuban-heeled Speaker of the House, Señor John Bercow. But she is also, these days, a star. So in demand are her talents, in fact, that I'm sadly unable to stump up the necessary funds to republish that saucy shot of her in a bedsheet from last week. (You'll have to make do with the fully clothed version, gents). To deal with her hard-earned celebrity, Mrs Bercow recently engaged the services of a showbiz agency to negotiate on her behalf. The arrestingly named firm, ASM Damage, may have failed to mitigate the fallout from her recent photoshoot, but its website reveals that: "Within the last 10 years ASM Damage has been responsible for breaking... successful urban acts such as So Solid Crew & Oxide & Neutrino, as well as pop acts such as Friday Hill & Blazin' Squad." Thus Mrs Bercow joins the same roster as Dane Bowers, Aggro Santos and Lisa Maffia. An odd fit, certainly, but as her online CV insists, she's "experienced and adept at mixing with people from all walks of life, and types of background".

They carry guns, undergo brutal initiation ceremonies and order members to carry out acts of rape. But the latest stars of filmmakers' fascination with the world of Britain's teenage gangsters are different: they are girls.

We're in for weeks of it now. Weeks of MPs trading promises, lies and fake indignation. Wall-to-wall agonising about immigration and tax and the economy stupid. Of exhausted middle-aged men wearing make-up and arguing about the deficit. And it's all fabulous, uncut, 100 per cent proof for political junkies like me. And yet... the week leading up to Easter is traditionally a time for seeing things from a different perspective. For making time to consider the human end of politics. And for that, you need radio.

It is the return of So Solid Crew, but not as we know them. In the early Noughties, the pirate-radio stars gave their scene mainstream profile and opprobrium in equal measure. Set for release this month, the soulful "Since You Went Away" is less in-yer-face than the dancefloor bangers "21 Seconds" and "They Don't Know", a low-key return for a crew that once spread fear through middle England.

Bruno has befuddled the politically correct; revolution wrongfoots right-wingers; and job titles can baffle us all. Our commentator cuts through the confusion

Dorchester 17-year-old can prove he is the greatest against Muhammad Ali of the mat

Independiente’s artistic and commercial breakthrough came remarkably quickly. Riding the Britpop wave, Travis’s 1999 release The Man Who was soon sitting in one in eight homes in the UK, opening the way for Coldplay and Snow Patrol.

Once they were cassettes of hits recorded from the radio. Now mixtapes are CDs, MP3s, orUSB sticks of rough-and-ready tracks by new artists. By Chris Mugan

My God, this is nasty, but it's also horribly gripping. Tom Shankland's feature debut hits the ground running with an atmosphere of moral and physical rot learnt from Se7en, and a twisted psychotic revenge plot all of its own.

A year ago, Jeremy Paxman hit "send" on an e-mail accusing Mark Thompson, Director General of the BBC, of being "clearly insane" for having once sunk his teeth into a newsroom colleague.