Richard Lutz takes in a long elegy to the Mafia life If you like mafia films, The Irishman is for you. If you dislike them, save yourself time and money. This is, simply, Martin Scorsese’s tour de force, maybe at age 77, a type of farewell. It’s firmly set in the bleached picaresque…
Richard Lutz roams through another week.
Richard Lutz watches two plays on the same Stratford stage. But does it work?
Richard Lutz takes a pew for a Cuban spectacle.
UK rap queen to play intimate Birmingham show.
Villa go down 2-1 at Wolves. Dave Woodhall reflects on the day.
Dave Woodhall talks to the legendary Hugh Cornwell.
Sheilagh Matheson raises a glass or two.
Richard Lutz checks into Hotel Ballotbox.
MAC awarded Arts Council England funding for new accessible artist studios and renovation projects.
Dave Woodhall reports on a rollercoaster day at Villa Park.
Richard Lutz takes his pew for King John at Stratford’s Swan Theatre.
Dave Woodhall talks with legendary music business mogul Alan McGee.
Sheilagh Matheson works in an African community so poor it can’t afford mirrors.
Birmingham City 1 Blackburn Rovers 0, as watched by Andy Munro.
Richard Lutz reports on a step forward in opening the Moseley/Kings Heath train line.
Primary pupils get hands on with construction jobs in 2030.
A cheeky take on Jane Austen’s classic comedy of manners tickles Richard Lutz’s ribs.
Angie Jackson watches the return of Birmingham’s finest.
Birmingham food company named Supreme Champion at Future Food Awards.
Richard Lutz takes his pew for a moving journey through the past.
Opera production shortlisted for major award.
Richard Lutz says goodbye to a friend.
Support network for independent older people to begin.
Dave Woodhall on Villa, Burnley, equalisers and those three letters again.
Fund raising by fire security company helps charities.
Film season sees visitor numbers increase in entertainment centre.
Sir Howard Elston’s latest report on the big bucks doled out to troubled travel group chief honcho.
Richard Lutz reports on another blighted week in Old Blighty.
Richard Lutz points the finger of blame at you-know-who.