Bert and Vi: a very personal story about VE Day, what it was really like and what came next

People in Camberwell had neither money nor electricity to burn, but they had wood from doors and broken window frames and shattered furniture gathered up in a pyramid, as the focus of their street party. The grocer had dug out some old bunting, somebody had found sparklers, and rockets that fizzed harmlessly. It was all a bright wonder to a boy of four, who should have been in bed hours ago but who stood in the street, barely noticed, watching the beery faces, waiting to ask his mum the only question he cared about that day: “Will Daddy be home soon?”

“I was like: ‘What the f*** am I doing here?'” David Baddiel on why he is confronting Holocaust deniers

The comedian David Baddiel explains why he is choosing to confront people who deny the truth of the Holocaust, ahead of a documentary he has made on the subject for the BBC.

“I wasn’t a great boyfriend.” A deeply personal interview with Gary Lightbody about life, love, loss and the crisis that kept Snow Patrol apart for years

Gary Lightbody has not had a girlfriend in eight years. He’s a handsome rock star, the lead singer in Snow Patrol, known for great anthems of love and longing like Run and Chasing Cars, but still he’s single. “Yeah, it doesn’t really make sense, does it?”

Look at these astonishing views from the Lantern Room high up at the top of the Belle Tout lighthouse …

Hello you. How’s it going? Last night we stayed at the Belle Tout lighthouse. This is a Georgian lighthouse on the edge of a four hundred foot drop on its own hill near Beachy Head in East Sussex, The Lantern Room is a wonderful space with 360 degree views of the South Downs, the SevenContinue reading “Look at these astonishing views from the Lantern Room high up at the top of the Belle Tout lighthouse …”

Walking with Simon Armitage

The next Poet Laureate Simon Armitage went on a walk, leaning on the hospitality of strangers and saying poems out loud for his keep. I went with him. The wandering poet is exhausted. “It’s hot out there,” says Simon Armitage, his famously boyish fringe plastered to his forehead by sweat. His cheeks are red withContinue reading “Walking with Simon Armitage”