Damien Hirst
Why Damien Hirst is the perfect artist for the pandemic
Damien Hirst’s work encapsulates the sterility, isolation and obsession with death of these times, says Alys Denby
Tawdry tales
The Tales of Hoffmann, Royal Opera House
Why can’t there be more vampires?
Bloodsucking, in various more or less metaphorical guises, is after all opera’s happiest place
Amicus curAI?
The implementation of AI into the judicial process must be handled with care
Is the law going coconuts?
The acquittal of a pro-Palestine protestor on free speech grounds should not be a one-off
The war on women’s spaces
Roxanne Tickle’s legal triumph is nothing to giggle at
No interest in national interests
The government is not putting Britain first
Scottish independence is dead, for now
But there is no room for complacency or appeasement
Countdown to energy apocalypse
What will happen when the wind doesn’t blow?
Rite of autumn
Labour is celebrating the harvest and definitely not sacrificing pensioners in the hopes that the gods grant us plenty in the coming fiscal year
Landfill indie remembered
A Golden Age? It was barely a Plastic Age
Back in the arena
If you liked Gladiator, you’ll like Gladiator II
