The 2003 vote to invade Iraq has haunted Labour ever since - losing millions of votes that have yet to be regained and causing around half the party's membership to resign. Nothing in Labour's history has traumatised it quite so much perhaps. Now again Labour is being asked to support a war that lacks clear United Nations sanction - or a coherent purpose.
We all wish to see an end to the war in Syria and end to terrorist attacks. We all want peace to be achieved in the Middle East and in the wider world. The decision facing our Parliament is whether UK military action in Syria now can deliver that. I believe that the Prime Minister has not demonstrated that sufficient lessons have been learned from UK military action in Afghanistan, Iraq and Libya.
The hard-won battle to eradicate polio once and for all is within our grasp but we can't relax yet. We must, maintain and accelerate our efforts. So it is heartening to see Commonwealth countries, including the UK, coming together this weekend at the Commonwealth Heads of Government meeting in Malta to review the results achieved to date and call for renewed global support.
I'm not going to sit back and say it's been easy. At one point in 2014 I was living on £25 a week, struggling to pay rent and to be quite honest battling some inner demons while doing so. I also lived with my manager for a year during the time I was recording the first album (for the second time!).
London is way behind on solar power compared with the rest of the country, and it's frankly embarrassing to be on the train North and whizz past villages covered in solar panels, when in the capital they are as rare as hen's teeth.
While a sugar tax would certainly help to improve the public's health, it is only one measure, and will not be enough on its own. We shouldn't be tempted to see it a magic bullet answer to the high rates of obesity and Type 2 diabetes that we are seeing.
The 30 Year Sweatshirt is my cry to end fast fashion, which is unfair on customers who end up paying more for their wardrobe staples in the long run, genuine designers for whom making clothing is a labour of love and the environment.
Peeling down to your sexy underwear on a naughty weekend break before drunkenly deciding 'Let's make a baby!' is exciting. It was being exciting that got you into this mess. Being boring might be tedious but it rarely ends in childbirth.
Nothing but nothing is prepared and it's almost (gasp) December. This has never happened before. At least, if it has, I have blanked it out. I have a few stocking fillers. I have a list of possible gifts to buy. I have a box of Christmas cards and some silver bells to attach to the presents I haven't bought yet. But that's it. What's wrong with me?
We all get caught up in what we put in to our bodies, what will benefit us, what will help us function in a physical capacity in a more effective way, and that's fantastic... I really believe a healthy body is a happy body. Yet we neglect the most important and empowering part of ourselves, our mind.
Haynes dares you, compels you, to fall in love with Blanchett's titular Carol, and by the time you're finally allowed to draw breath at the end, you realise you are already far gone. Shot on a remarkably modest budget, it has the feel of an obvious awards contender and a project any producer should have been willing to fling at least a moderate amount of cash at.
It is difficult to properly understand climate change. The scientific jargon, sheer scale and global nature of the crisis it represents can lead to confusion and incomprehension but, perhaps more than anything, it is hard to appreciate how tackling this fundamental challenge will change the way in which we lead our lives. More than this, how do we even begin to comprehend the consequences of climate change for our children and the generations that will come after them?
In the interests of taste and decency, let us look away from the gruesome spectacle of the civil war that has engulfed the Labour party and concentrate instead on the far more serious conflict in Syria. So here are some questions that you might like to ask yourself (with my answers) before you decide whether you agree with David Cameron that the UK should now join the international military action against IS in Syria.
This weekend, Momentum supporters have sent 9,000 emails to Labour MPs calling on them to oppose UK bombing of Syria. Despite not being part of Labour, the group wants to influence Labour MPs. I'm still a bit confused about the role of Momentum in this age of the 'New Politics'...
The Trade Union Bill is not the only piece of draft legislation currently attacking unions. Largely unnoticed the Enterprise Bill is shuffling through Parliament. Mostly uncontentious save one clause that should cause alarm to any public sector worker facing redundancy in the next few years.
Air strikes would be nothing new, the US, France, and more recently Russia, have been bombing Syria for months. The rhetoric may be about freedom for Syrians, but the air strikes have fuelled the ongoing civil war and exacerbated the humanitarian catastrophe unfolding on the ground.
Today Adele was confirmed at the top of the UK's Official Albums Chart (no surprise there) - but with a sales total which is breath-taking. In seven days, her third album 25 sold 800,307 copies. To reiterate, that is the highest total for any Number 1 album ever. That's ever.
Combatting extremism will take a multinational movement towards international relations based in humanitarian principles, rather than national self-interest only - a principle that has, in the past, served extremists rather than confronted them, and which reflects the interests of an elite corporate and ruling class rather than the people of Britain, regardless of background or religion.
We demand long term, sustainable funding for vital domestic violence services. We demand an end to austerity. We will remember the services lost and we will remember the women who haven't survived and the women who are surviving despite the government's brutal austerity measures. Together we remember - together we will win.
The greater and grittier the female revelation, the more walls broken down - and the louder the critical approbation. But is the same true for men? Is uncensored male candour socially acceptable? Is giving voice to what's truly on your mind more likely to land you unemployable than lauded for your bravery?
Nobody has sung at me. I wasn't woken up with gifts, or breakfast in bed. I doubt there'll be a cake, unless the cafe at work decides it needs to use up all the eggs before the weekend. I'm going to work, and I'm continuing on with my day. But I am celebrating. I am celebrating harder than I celebrated my 21st birthday.
I was still signing on at the dole office when Darts, the band I joined when I was just 18 years old, had their first top ten hit record. I signed off the dole when someone in the queue pointed out that they had seen me on Top of the Pops the week before.