'They put a gun to the back of my head. I heard them cock it. It jammed'
Up close it looks like a normal, if rather high-powered, literary event. We're in the hall of the British Library. On stage is Mark Lawson, the nation's undisputed master of cultural ceremonies, holding aloft a new book and chatting breezily to the thirtysomething celebrity author sitting alongside him.
Democracy’s jet-lagged volunteers stumble out of Simon Bolivar international airport into the full glare of the Venezuelan sun. The two security men, locals employed by the mission, hurry us onto the waiting buses, eyes raking the space like Bren guns. We pile on, bemused by the urgency.
It may look like a sewage works on a choppy day but in the glorious jargon of London 2012 this is an "early legacy".
I don't like dogs as a rule.
It was like a macabre fairy tale, says the detective who caught Damilola's killers.
Only when his jab connects with my left cheek do I start to understand boxing.
A sneak preview of what is to become David Cameron's pet project - the National Citizen Service.
Living alone costs singletons an extra £250,000 over a lifetime compared to couples, it is claimed. So what is the "singles tax"?
Columnist Matthew Parris has been called "ignorant" and his actions "dangerous" after swimming across London's River Thames. But up and down the country, people are dipping a toe in the trend for outdoor swimming.