Something very unusual happened towards the end of the TV debate between the five main opposition party leaders: I learned something I didn't already know. Perhaps I haven't been paying close enough attention, but when Ed Miliband and the SNP leader Nicola Sturgeon were clashing noisily over hypothetical post-election cooperation between their two parties, I suddenly realised: the SNP have no cards to play... After the debate exchanges it seems abundantly clear that the SNP would have little or no power to exert their will over Labour
Nicola Sturgeon, along with Plaid Cymru's Leanne Wood and the Green Party's Natalie Bennett, outlined a vision of hope as an alternative to the conservatism of the mainstream parties, Labour included, who remain prisoners of Thatcherite nostrums to greater or lesser extent.
As different parts of the country and the economy have grown further apart it becomes easier to bash those you have the least contact with. Familiarity may breed contempt but distance can breed distain... Farage's brand of political nihilism plays on these divisions. The best way of defeating this is of course by standing up to it.
The major political parties are promising dramatic increases in free nursery provision. The Conservatives have raised their pledge to 30 free hours, more than Labour's 25 and the Liberal Democrats' 20 - all way more than the current 15 hours per week... This could be great news for parents - but only if the numbers add up.
There is a clear choice at the election. Another five years of the Tories' misspending the aid budget because they don't believe in justice for the world's poorest; or Labour's better plan to ensure the development budget is spent well, spent on the right things and properly accounted for.
I don't think it's ever been more important to get out there and use your voice, register your opinion, and vote. The more of us who do, the more important we become, and the more politicians are forced to address the issues that are important to us.
This Saturday, April 18, is the sixth World Circus Day. To celebrate, here are 15 fabulous facts about the sawdust circle.
Just last week, when talking about The Masters, a man said to me "you know The Masters isn't the only golf major of the year?". This stumped me. Not because I didn't know this fact, but because he felt the need to tell me this.
Hunters huh? What must have happened to them in their lives to make them want to kill a beautiful animal then photograph themselves next to him, smiling? This is the question being repeated by animal lovers across the world this week.
Mortal Kombat's history is paved with controversy that has seen various incarnations banned, been the centre of mass media hysterias and even found itself as part of US congress hearings. It's fair to say that Mortal Kombat has had more than it's fair share of detractors, yet, here it is, still as strong and gory as when it began.
Anyone who thinks Pochettino has merely been lucky to turn up at a time when these players have started to excel should glance at what he did at Southampton. In the time he was there he turned a bunch of largely uncelebrated professionals into big stars.
We know what it's like - you clock in after a long week at work and all you want to do is pick up the phone, dial your local curry-chinese-pizza-thai-turkish takeaway and indulge in some naughty nibbles. RESIST! You can cook incredible dishes for a fraction of the price, triple the flavour and all in the time you're left waiting for the doorbell to ding.
I've spent 29 years coping with Diabetes and it's not easy, so please spare a thought when trying to tell me how to manage my health. No one knows and no one notices the daily struggle I go through. I've learnt to numb your opinions out of my life. I've spent years trying to get my sugars right.
Romania has been a constant presence at the London Book Fair since 2007 and I pay my tribute of admiration to so many writers, publishers, translators and literary promoters who, along these eight years, have showcased the excellence of Romanian literature and established lasting relations between Romania and the UK.
In a sunny corner of Kent, you hear the F word everywhere at the moment. No, not that one. I'm talking Farage. I visited Ramsgate - shimmering in the beautiful spring sunshine - on Monday to present BBC Radio 5 live Drive there. As we career towards the General Election, the eyes of the country are on South Thanet, because it's where Ukip leader Nigel Farage is making his sixth attempt to become a Westminster MP. He's promised to quit the party's top job if he loses again, but don't forget he's got form for that too - standing aside in 2009 only to return a year later.
It is tempting to hope that the general election on 7 May will sort out Europe's British problem for good. Tempting but wrong. There may well be clarification, and even some terrible over-simplification, but not a resolution.
In case you hadn't heard, there are less than three weeks to go until the closest run UK General Election in living memory and the best computational algorithms can't predict the makeup of the next government. The parties have all now launched their manifestos, but which party promises the most for the UK's tech industry?
I'm in the midst of research for my next book. I feel like while I'm learning about what happens in our brains, I'm learning about 'me' and what I can do about it. Hurrah! I don't feel so crazy.
Despite the horrors of conflicts like those in the Middle East and central Africa, or the outbreak of diseases like Ebola, we have made immense progress in building a safer, freer, more prosperous world. But it isn't yet a fair one, and not everyone has the opportunity to thrive.
I am grateful that Tesco has done the right thing and hope it, and other pension companies take the opportunity to improve their urgency, communication and compassion in handling situations in these circumstances in the future.
When David Lynch tweeted that negotiations had broken down and that he was walking away, I had a load of questions. The first thirty-seven of these questions all consisted of the word 'WHY?' screamed heavenwards at an uncaring God as I stood shirtless in a rainstorm. The thirty-eighth question was 'Well, what now?'
Last weekend I ran 20 miles. When I say "ran", the reality is more that of a limping, wounded gazelle but you weren't there, you didn't see and so whatever lycra-clad fitness goddess you initially imagined, stick with that. The reality is nowhere near as glamorous.