PETER MASON is tickled by a new book and exhibition that mine the rotten anachronism of the monarchy for laughs

PETER MASON tunes his ear into the domestic affairs of a Carribbean couple with a troublesome son

PETER MASON thrills to Irish folk band The Haar

PETER MASON relishes a legend of Jamaican roots reggae still plying his trade with a large degree of spirit

PETER MASON is wowed (and a little baffled) by the undeniably ballet-like grace of flamenco

PETER MASON is surprised by the bleak outlook foreseen for cricket’s future by the cricketers’ bible

PETER MASON is enthralled by an assembly of objects, ancient and modern, that have lain in the mud of London’s river