Ever wanted to know more about the hidden world of dreams, the science behind small talk, or the magic of indoor jungles? Well, Raworths Salon North has the answers to all this and a whole lot more.

This is not an album that reaches for display. Voice and piano search instead for connection – a meditation on being and on what it means, in Robert Louis Stevenson's words, "to know not how it is with you". Musically, the songs reflect the uncertainty of the poetry, tilting towards the melancholic: slow metres, minor keys and the naturally dark, sometimes foreboding weight of the bass-baritone register. Around half the songs have been transposed to accommodate the lower voice, the remainder sung in their original keys.

The huge and misplaced cinematic orgasm of "Wuthering Heights" is at least underwritten by Director Emerald Fennell’s decision to insert her film’s title in inverted commas, lest there be a question mark suspended over the severity of its departure from Emily Brontë’s fiction.

Germany has a very rich Eurovision history. Having debuted in the first-ever competition back in 1956, they have appeared in nearly every edition (they failed to qualify for the 1996 edition in the pre-qualification rounds that existed in that era) and won twice.

Jenny believes her new home is haunted, but her husband Sam isn’t having any of it. They argue with their first dinner guests, old friend Lauren and new partner Ben. Can the dead really walk again? Belief and scepticism clash, but something strange and frightening feels close, so they’re going to stay up... until 2:22... and then they’ll know.

Back in the late seventies and early eighties, Scottish punk band The Skids brought a sense of melody and mischief to the charts with their blend of powerful and energetic music punctuated with the distinctive vocals of Richard Jobson and the unmistakable guitar sound of guitarist Stuart Adamson.

Thirlmere After we lit the last candle the gales couldn't hold us any more. Along the lanes the walls had begun to slump, water sluicing through them green as grass, but we drove through anyway and out into the valley. The fields were polished flat. Trees were hung with drooping ropes of fleece that caught the breeze like kudzu.