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Julie Burchill: Never mind the Lennox

I loathe London and visit it as little as I can. But on the the other hand, I find it hard to resist the sight of a self-deceiving tool making a spectacle of themselves. So I really do mean to make a special effort to visit the forthcoming V&A exhibition, "The House of Annie Lennox", which runs from next month until the end of February and to which admission is absolutely free. In such cash-strapped times, I foresee many a middle-class Mumsnetter using this outing in lieu of the traditional panto. It will certainly provide the usual prompts for audience debate and participation: "Annie Lennox is a hypocritical cow to criticise Rihanna for prancing around in her scanties when she regularly used to take her top off onstage back in the day!" "O no, she's not!" – "O yes, she is!" – and so on.

'40% lose out' in police pay review

At least two in five police officers would lose out under recommendations outlined in the most wide-ranging review of pay and conditions in 30 years, officials said today.

Zenyatta beyond Blame in Eclipse spotlight

If it's January, it must be time to go for a gong. And never mind the Oscars, never has the result of America's thoroughbred equivalent, the Eclipse Awards, been so eagerly debated. Late on Monday night in Miami came the result that had them whooping in the aisles: the people's darling Zenyatta was finally and justly granted the coveted Horse Of The Year title at the third time of asking.

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Police face charges for using Taser 13 times on Aboriginal man

Civil liberties groups and police watchdogs in Australia have called for an urgent review of the use of Taser stun guns following the death of a man in Sydney and the release of a video showing an Aboriginal prisoner screaming in agony after being repeatedly "zapped" at a Perth police station.

Album: Richard Thompson, Dream Attic (Proper)

Thirteen new songs recorded with full band and great energy at assorted American venues, in all the favoured Ricardian registers, from sardonic (you can imagine what he has to say about bankers, and how he says it) to harshly elegaic to bleakly whimsical (Sidney Wells is a serial killer, you know!).