As our screens once again fill with heart-rending images, we take a sensitive look at sense and sensitivity… “To fit in with the change of events, words to had to change their usual meanings. What used to be described as a thoughtless act of aggression was now regarded as the courage one would expect to find in a party member; to think of the future and wait was merely another way of saying one was a coward; any idea of moderation was just an attempt to disguise one’s unmanly character;...

On the anniversary of Rome’s injunction to Galileo, we turn our heretical telescope on the forces of conformity moulding both how we see the world, and how AI presents it to us…   Last night at the Wyndham’s Theatre the brilliant Papa Essiedu, in the character of Chris Keller, delivered one of the best-known lines from Arthur Miller’s All My Sons : “ I like to keep abreast of my ignorance. ” All My Sons is basically a play about the corrosive nature of secrets and lies, and Miller could well...

On the anniversary of the deaths of Martin Luther and Michelangelo we take the long view  on LEGACY… Imagine the scene.  A canopy of stars look down on a leafy glade. It is 150,000 BCA (before Charles Aznavour) but there is more romance in the Palaeolithic moonlight than a hundred gallic balladeers on Oxytocin supplements. Love is in the air, but as one couple creeps away from the campfire eyebrows start climbing and looks are exchanged. One partner is human, and the other..?  Well, we don’t...