Lenny Henry

Lenny Henry: issue with monocultural theatre audiences

Lenny Henry has criticised the "monoculture" nature of theatre audiences and has called on the sector to do more to address the diversity of theatregoers.

Young people don't own comedy - and nor should they

How dull would our lives be if we, in effect, introduce a mandatory retirement age for wisecracks?

Lenny Henry joins board of National Theatre

The National Theatre have announced that Sir Lenny Henry will become a member of the theatre's board.

Lenny Henry repeats call for funding to boost diversity

BBC director general Tony Hall also tells Channel 4 conference that there is 'loads' to do to boost representation of minorities on British television.

Outrage as ITV mixes Ainsley Harriot with Lenny Henry

Viewers have expressed outrage after ITV cut to footage of Ainsley Harriott during Lenny Henry's knighthood interview.

Crush of the week: Lenny Henry

'Lenny Henry feels as familiar to me as a family friend - the magnanimous uncle who has always been there'

Lenny Henry reiterates his call for greater diversity

Eighteen months after he first sounded the alarm on black and minority ethnic representation in TV, the actor calls on Ofcom to take responsibility for industry standards.

Cradle to Grave was enjoyable, but little more. Liked it, but perhaps I'd had enough of the perfections of 70s recreation. Perhaps I've just never been that in love with Danny Baker, whose story of a Bermondsey adolescence was way less magical than Lenny Henry's. Loved the tortoise and the tipping teapots though. Possibly a sentence never to be written again.

Funnier than Baker, funnier than Henry, have always been Enfield and Whitehouse, who had an hour to look back on themselves with the savage glee of hindsight in An Evening With Harry Enfield and Paul Whitehouse. They didn't have much to bemoan. The posho stuff (lovely skit about upmarket novelties) balanced all, I think, the prole-scum stuff. They even took the rip, and even a bit nastily at that, out of a couple of our saints, Lenny Henry and Stephen Hawking. Lenny was played as blacked-up, possessed of an impenetrable Dudley accent and stuck in a Travelodge bed. Ouch. Stevey-boy lolled with lipstick on, and swore energetically. Satire, despite the sainted Tom Lehrer's pronouncement, is not dead. It is, as long as Enfield and Whitehouse (and Punt, Dennis, Iannucci, Jupp) survive, not even smelling that bad.