As a story about a man facing death it is tone-perfect, not saccharine, not depressing, not self-consciously arty and in the end – well, you know, the Brits do this kind of thing so much better than anyone else. 

I settled in for what promised to be an enjoyably sharp satire on the excesses of foodie culture – the fads, the follies, the ridiculously pretentious lingo, the vanity and egotism of its stars.  An over-the-top – but only just – black comedy inspired by places like Noma in Copenhagen or El Bulli in Spain.

ABC presenters have taken to saying ‘Turkiye’…President Erdogan didn’t like the fact that the English name for his country was also the name of a poultry bird often seen in the Anglo world as a somewhat comical creature.  Think how we use ‘turkey’ as a synonym for failure or dud.

Local councils are increasingly afflicted by nervousness and indecisiveness over what to do, if anything, on Australia Day. Annie considers some possibilities, from a suburban heartland that could have formed the setting for a Sam Kekovich lamb commercial.

Cate Blanchett deserves her Oscar nomination for her portrayal of the imperious, narcissistic, unscrupulous orchestra conductor Lydia Tar, whose professional brilliance and sleek personal style have made her a global celebrity.

“When I was a kid there was all sorts of behaviour theoretically deemed acceptable only during Bush Week: wearing thongs in the street, putting your elbows on the table, talking with your mouth full, drinking straight from a bottle, picking your nose, wearing a hat indoors (for blokes), not wearing a hat outdoors (ditto), putting on lipstick in public (blokes or sheilas), breaking wind audibly, letting your bra strap show (sheilas) or your bum crack (blokes), eating with your fingers, taking booze home from a party…”…