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The Formula One boss Max Mosley, won £60,000 in damages yesterday, the highest ever in a privacy case against a British newspaper, over coverage of the sado-masochistic "party" he held in a Chelsea flat that was secretly filmed by the News of the World.

Next time Sir Trevor McDonald welcomes you to News at Ten, have a look at the desk in front of him. You may, at first, see only a gleaming sheet of flat glass above a computer screen, but wait – what's that in the corner? A packet of Anadin? A miniature of Gordon's gin? A sticker announcing 20 per cent off Renault cars?

A Channel 4 documentary which claimed that the idea of man-made climate change was a fraud and a conspiracy has been censured by the broadcasting regulator. Ofcom.

A controversial Channel 4 documentary about global warming misrepresented the views of the Government's former chief scientist, Ofcom ruled today.

If you're reading this on Monday morning, the only pint on your mind probably involves caffeine. But trust me, lager is much more interesting this morning, because Carling has launched a new ad campaign and it just might point to the future of advertising.

Brace yourself. Ogilvy has made a great ad. Really. Really nice. Not just that, it has made a great ad for one of those products that you never see great ads for: fabric softener. Go on, pinch yourself. And then search Comfort "nudists" on YouTube.

If you ever wondered who dreamed up Cosmo Kramer, the hipster doofus with a mistrust of authority at the centre of one of American television's most successful comedies, Seinfeld, then look no further than Larry Charles, a Jewish-American comedian with an encyclopedic brain and ZZ Top beard.

Politicians and TV critics have slated Big Brother for years, but when the bookies start shortening the odds of TV's most infamous reality show surviving, it's a sign that perhaps the end really is nigh.

Though it has neither the Thirties grandeur of Broadcasting House nor the cache of a top table at the Ivy, a suburban roundabout between Staines and Hayes on the outskirts of London is undoubtedly one of the most valuable media locations in Britain.

It is 35 years since Sir Harold Evans published Editing and Design. In its day, the five volumes on the art of editing, typography and layout was regarded as something between a manual and a bible for Fleet Street. It's a little harder to find these days. "You can still get it on Amazon," Evans eagerly informs me from his office in New York.

All of us will feel a great deal of sympathy for Robert Murat, who accepted damages of £600,000 from 11 British national newspapers last Thursday. Mr Murat was for a time an official police suspect in the search for Madeleine McCann, the little girl who disappeared in a Portuguese resort last May.

I was on air presenting breakfast news for the BBC when this email popped up from Nick Pollard saying: "Do you fancy coming to work at Sky?"

The "Professor of Pop" Paul Gambaccini, 59, began broadcasting on BBC Radio 1 thirty five years ago. Originally from New York, he was the Rolling Stone UK correspondent when an interview with Elton John brought him to the attention of Radio 1. He has since been awarded a Sony award for Music Broadcaster of the Year and the Radio Academy's Outstanding Contribution to Music Radio award, and is a regular presenter on Radio 2, 4 and Classic FM. He is also well known for his philanthropy and hosted Nelson Mandela's 90th birthday dinner in London. Tonight he is hosting the BBC Jazz Awards. He lives in London's South Bank and the Columbus Circle, New York.

Well, well, hello, Dolly. Well, hello Dolly. It's so nice to have you back where you belong! Yes, Derek Draper has returned, and it would be an affront to decency not to welcome him in song. If ever a dazzling media figure had the capacity to reverse Labour's fortunes by teaching MPs how to communicate, it is this remarkable renaissance figure ... a man as adept at treating psychic pain with New Age crystals as with more conventional tools; and a member, with wife Kate Garraway, of Britain's favourite powerhouse media couple since Rebekah and Ross Wade so sadly split asunder.

You are the foreign correspondent. You are on one side of a road, your cameraman who has just been shot is on the other side, with two other journalists and two locals. In one direction, you just heard an explosion. In the other, you can hear gunfire. What do you do?

When the bass-baritone of Bryn Terfel, in conjunction with the voices of a host of promenaders, some of them in evening dress and others in T-shirts, brings to a conclusion the BBC Proms 2008 on the night of 13 September, the bunting will no doubt be fluttering in wild admiration as usual.

Barely a day goes by without more bad news from Zimbabwe, whether it's the rigged presidential election, the murder and torture of the regime's political opponents, or the rampant inflation that has reached 2.2 million per cent.

Tomorrow morning, liberal literati types across America will be reaching into their mailboxes for the latest New Yorker magazine. As ever, it will have some sort of whimsical drawing on its cover. This week's illustration, one imagines, will be politically innocuous.