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Friday July 25, 2008

Columnist Elizabeth Renzetti

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Chef Blanc on TV? Bon, okay! Comment2

Michelin-starred chef Raymond Blanc's 'The Restaurant' starts airing on BBC Canada tomorrow


Chef Blanc on TV? Bon, okay!

Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be a drinking straw carried inexorably in the flow of a great river? Sit down with Michelin-starred chef Raymond Blanc for a moment - an hour, more like, as he can spend 10 minutes on carrots alone - and be carried away on a great current of Gallic passion. Le terroir! Les legumes! La belle Maman Blanc, who taught him everything he knows about cooking with the heart!


Nothing sells papers like slap-happy blueblood

As Max Mosley sat in Room 13 of the High Court in London, he was described variously as looking arrogant, calm and implacable. But, really, who was concentrating on his face when all anyone could think about was his bottom? His poor, shaved, smacked, raw, bleeding and bandaged bottom. Max Mosley's bum was the white elephant in that courtroom.


Nothing sells papers like a slap-happy blueblood Comment

Britain is in the grip of the most sensational dirty-talking trial since Lady Chatterley's publishers fought for her right to roll in the woods


In the Queen's back 40 with Prince Philip and my fascinator

The hat department of Marks and Spencer must be the only place in the world where certain questions trouble the mind. For example: If my head's not properly covered in the presence of the Queen, will I be sent to the Tower and have my back teeth pulled out by a man in a hood?


Wartime thrift is back - bring on the crumb fudge!

A giant bomb caused chaos in London's east end recently, disrupting traffic and bringing the Underground to a halt. No, not that kind of bomb - this was a souvenir from an earlier era, when explosives were dropped from the sky, not toted around in backpacks.


The flame of satire burns on in controversial Candide Lock

Fans of satirical musical theatre and those who have a burning desire to see world leaders in their bathing trunks (and there must be a crossover audience) can rest easy. Since last week, Silvio Berlusconi, George W. Bush and their friends, or at least singers wearing those familiar masks, have been dancing semi-naked on the stage of the London Coliseum.


The flame of satire burns on in controversial Candide Comment4

Canadian director of London show seems pleased that an updated version of Voltaire's stirring 1759 novella is still capable of creating a hullabaloo


Will The Fly live up to its buzz? Lock

Backstage at the Theatre du Chatelet in Paris, technicians are crouched over the inside-out baboon, its veins and viscera slick in the dim light. Perhaps to a trained special-effects man it hasn't achieved the proper degree of inside-outness, but to the layman's eye it looks just as repulsive as the baboon that exploded in Jeff Goldblum's failed telepod experiment.


Bolshiness, velvet cars and spelt soufflé? I'm so not there

Just think, instead of stocking up on hamburgers and beer for your Canada Day barbecue, you could be sitting in a field in southwestern England, tuned in to the humming of the ley lines as you pound your recycled-potato tent pegs into the ground.


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