Jane Fryer

By 8am on a Wednesday, a High Street in Devon is thick with marijuana. It comes from under the arches, where a tangle of bodies is beginning to stir from last night's drugs excesses

A dozen or so Dartmoor Hill Ponies are huddled in small groups on the misty moor before us, with tails swishing, nostrils flaring gently and tangled manes blowing in the breeze.

'Welcome to the best tour in the world!' Glenn, our GoTours guide, cries into the microphone as excitement builds and our minibus edges through the London traffic.

Perhaps unbeknown to most of us - I was certainly in the dark - HM Coastguard is the fourth blue-light emergency service offered when you dial 999.

JANE FRYER: All we've heard for days now is how important this game is. How much the Argentine fans loathe us.

Jane Fryer All we've heard for days now is how important this game is. How much the Argentine fans loathe us.

Oyster the marmoset caused quite a stir last week. It all started last Friday, when there was a commotion on the 302 bus at Kensal Rise, north-west London.

We've all gone trifle mad again. Not just on dinner tables across the land. But back on the menus of some of our poshest restaurants.

Once upon a time, back in the 1970s, no big family celebration was complete without a pineapple upside-down cake, a Black Forest gateau and, ta-da! the pièce de résistance – a gigantic, heart attack-inducing trifle.

A rising number young people have embraced a phenomenon first identified in Japan in the 1990s called hikikomori - a form of extreme social isolation, most common among young adults.