Billy Lunn is, he readily admits, “not your conventional politician.” Arriving for our chat in red knee-length shorts and a Pixies’ T-shirt, he looks more festival-goer than policy-maker (“I was going to come down in flip-flops but I thought ‘Hmm, is that too socialist?”), while his campaign speak veers from the impressively knowledgeable to the amusingly novel.
Up till this point in the series, set in turbulent 1968, historical events have simply been simmering in the background.
I’ve settled in with a glass of red wine. The Tiffany lamp is on and I have a cushion hugged to my chest. This show looks like it’s going to be great.
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One of London’s best loved, and least promotion-focused, parties is Lo*Kee. The event’s name has become synonymous with good parties, full of good people, good music and providing nothing but good times. I was fortunate enough to be granted the first ever interview with the Lo*Kee team, here’s a snippet of what they had to say.
Lucy and Spencer are a match made in haaaaaahven. If their Bond-themed date next episode looks anything to go by, the two could be very happy sipping champagne in a blue uplit bar together for their rest of their lives.
After the fire and destruction of last week, there was plenty more of the same this week.
Every now and then I hear a piece of music that completely throws me. As a music writer I’m constantly listening to new stuff and, while I love most of it – being a complete glutton for house and techno – sometimes it can get a bit samey.
It’s heating up in the choir room this week – everyone is fighting and getting their anger out through song.
Last week’s confusing knock-out round launched us headlong into the semi-finals, which was a bit of a shock to the system after five long weeks of heats. Suddenly, there were only four hopeful amateurs in the MasterChef kitchen, leaving nowhere for iffy cooking to hide.
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