God wash them all, these spiritual giants, these champions of humanity and elevators of women. God wash them all to heaven

At their recent London gig, Bob Vylan fans had a surreal experience — we had to pass a staged right-wing protest across the street from the venue

Get rid of your hair, and people will no longer see you. You could rob the Louvre and nobody would notice

Purely to protect the continued existence of the Firm, Andrew-Formerly-Known-As-Prince's brother and nephew have thrown him not quite under the bus, but off the gravy train

"You are not trying to fill a hole in your soul with endless stuff, to be productive and ‘successful’ and accumulative, because you’re too busy filling a bird-feeder, finishing a book, going for a walk."

"Just as being labelled “witch” in past centuries resulted in ostracism, abuse, and possible death, being labelled “slut” today still holds immense pejorative power, even in post-feminist societies."

Gisele Pelicot should be awarded the Nobel Prize for Guts

Am I old now? Or do I just have Mounjaro face? A swift glance in the mirror confirms both.

Imagine then a world without the autistic spectrum. No Michelangelo, no Leonardo, no Beethoven, no Mozart. No Emily Dickinson, no Andy Warhol, no Tim Burton or Anthony Hopkins... also no Elon Musk, although we probably wouldn’t miss him too much — and by too much, I mean at all.

It’s a long, hectic day of sound checks and running around and trying not to get Jamie XX mixed up with James Blake, or scream 'Oh my God, it’s Felicia!' into Guy Pearce’s face.