IT was a busy day on Friday at the DCA.
What goes up must come down – including your reputation as the greatest scientific rationalist of the early 18th century.
I can't work out whether the timing of this book's publication is a catastrophe or a piece of canny marketing.
It's the Oscars tomorrow night and, as usual, my presence is not required.
There was no-one who could play evil like Peter Cushing, but it was always charming and polite; it was gentlemanly evil; it was British badness delivered with charm.