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“You need to be able to read the road ahead of you and to react very quickly to changing conditions on the surface of the track.”You have a co-driver who calls out the `tulips’ [detailed directions that tell the driver when or what kind of turn/gate is approaching], so there’s also a strong element of navigation to rally driving.”Since rolling his car in his first rally 10 years ago, Stevens has become highly successful. Competitors have to complete a series of stages, some along off-road trails and others across domestic highways (where drivers must observe conventional codes of driving).Each car sets off around a minute before or after a competitor, so that if you see another car during an off-road stage, one of you is going too slowly or has crashed. In addition to the scores of mechanics and support staff, a rally is an event that often sees a whole town turn out to watch competitors race through woodland courses and along domestic roads.Rally drivers do not compete directly against one another, but everyone races against the clock. The former category contains cars of a showroom class whose performance is comparable to domestic road vehicles.Top cars in this class can reach speeds of up to 120mph, with 0-60mph acceleration in around five seconds; while “Modified” cars (with additional engine and gearbox technology) have even greater power and acceleration.When you consider that around four rallies take place every weekend in the UK, you begin to appreciate the popularity of this particular brand of motorsport.

Certainly, the authorities would frown upon handbrake turns and deliberately skidding and sliding a car, but in rally driving, these manoeuvres are required skills.
“Racing on Tarmac against other cars rewards drivers who learn about a circuit until they know every corner and at which speed to approach it,” says Stevens.There are two main classes in rally driving: “Production”, or “N”, class; and “Modified”, or “A”, class. “Yet it couldn’t be more different to normal driving, and that is one of the things that attracts me to it,” he reveals. “Rally driving has been described as the closest you can get to being a hooligan on the road,” says Carl Stevens (right), who took it up 10 years ago when a friend hired a rally car. We don’t have these sort of conversations unless there’s a journalist there,” says Shearsmith, pointedly.”All we talk about when we’re on our own is teeth, wigs, glasses, humps, and how on earth do I make 21 characters look different?”`The League of Gentlemen’ starts on BBC2 on MondayJames Rampton. We’d rather write about people than politics.”The League are wary of over-analysing their humour “Comedy evaporates when you wax lyrical about it All we want is for people to come away from our show happy. But it’s just what Caroline Aherne grew up with, and it’s about finding humanity in that.

Yet, ultimately, this amounts to very little: it is the cleverness of crossword puzzles rather than the complexity of art.Cunningham clearly intends his elaborate artifice to address the serious theme of the changing role of women – it is a far cry from Virginia’s thwarted trip to London and guiltily incestuous kiss on Vanessa’s lips to Clarissa’s independent life with her partner, Sally. Woolf fans will have a field-day noting the correspondences between Clarissa Vaughan’s world and Clarissa Dalloway’s: both women spend their day planning parties; both are startled by the return of old friends; both have daughters in thrall to older women; both are affected by men who commit suicide. But the conscious emulation of Woolf’s style reduces the expression of a unique sensibility to the level of accomplished pastiche.The problem is that The Hours is a book about links rather than life. The writing is elegant, at times exquisite, offering striking images such as a man patting his pregnant wife’s stomach “carefully but with a certain force, as if it were the shell of a soft- boiled egg”.

Clarissa is throwing a party to celebrate the now dying Richard’s award of a major literary prize.Cunningham’s last novel, Flesh and Blood, was a sprawling family saga; The Hours is a tight-knit conceit. He convincingly captures Woolf’s fragile sensitivity as she remains confined in Richmond under the benign wardership of Leonard.
The second strand sees Mrs Dalloway published and exerting its grip on Laura Brown, a Los Angeles housewife who yearns to escape from domesticity. As she bakes a cake for her war-hero husband and prepares for the birth of their second child, her only escape lies in reading. The third strand centres on a lesbian publisher, Clarissa Vaughan, whose name and temperament have led her erstwhile lover and lifelong friend Richard to christen her Mrs Dalloway. The first strand, in which he sticks closely to the versions of Woolf’s writing and publishing familiar from the writer’s own Diary and Richard Kennedy’s A Boy At The Hogarth Press, is the most achieved. Cunningham appropriates the original title – and much else besides – of Virginia Woolf’s Mrs Dalloway, as he interweaves an account of Woolf’s work on the novel with tales of its after-life in 1940s Los Angeles and 1990s New York.