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These are the wages of procrastination: Season 4 of Game of Thrones starts tomorrow, and I haven’t seen Season 3 yet.

The new glass extension to the old Art Deco BBC London HQ I featured yesterday…

A painfully funny odyssey of personal ineffectualness that is bitterly wonderful in how it revels in the decrepit horror of the everyday world.

A weirdly beautiful film, eerie in its complicated simplicity, and open to seven billion interpretations, all of them valid.

An overwrought pastiche of Hitchcock that makes less sense and renders its protagonist far less plausible the longer it goes on.

The BBC’s Broadcasting House, its London HQ, near Oxford Circus.

The Internet mixes cat videos and supervillains, and the result is glorious.

This is what passes for a children’s movie these days: a 1950s sitcom drawn in pretty tropical CGI colors with a few mostly forgettable songs tossed in.

Follow a humble yellow school bus as it is transformed into something joyous and defiant. It’s like discovering that your grandma is a secret agent.