I understand the need for diplomatic niceties to be observed. That's why when a royal head of state dies, I'm perfectly happy for one of our royals to attend the funeral. But why on earth do we have to send the prime minister as well? ... Wouldn't it be nice if, like Germany, we could halt our arms sales to what is undoubtedly one of the nastiest regimes on the planet. And when the new king dies - he's already 79 - perhaps we could send Prince Charles on his own. I'm sure he'd manage just fine.
Greece has elected Europe's first far-left government of modern times. Spain looks set to put in power a party which didn't exist five years ago. Labour is about to be wiped out in Scotland, the place of its birth. The Tories are terrified that Ukip will do the same to them in their own heartland. Are these all just local disturbances, or different symptoms of the same crisis?
As the Ebola crisis in West Africa begins to ease, there is equal cause for hope and fear. The news that infections have slowed to fewer than 100 new cases per week is cause for optimism. But as the fight against Ebola moves into this next stage, there is still so much work to be done.
It seems then, that much like the high-pressure fluid injected to fracture our rock, mounting pressure from politicians and campaigners is creating cracks throughout Britain. Indeed, it is no longer just the 'Green Blob' that opposes fracking.
It is not a question of whether we can forgive a seemingly unforgivable atrocity; we, as the third party to events, cannot. Yet, the increased interest that forgiveness has been given over the preceding decades, as the post-witness era draws closer, is a telling sign that by exploring forgiveness there may be much to learn.
In the same way it is necessary to have limits on freedom of speech, we must too have limits on tolerance of intolerance. Too many independent faith schools break this threshold, perpetuate division and prevent meaningful cross-faith contact. In the interests of better long-term integration, we should gradually ban them.
When Anna was three I remember getting out of the shower as she opened the bathroom door and strolled in (privacy being something I lost in 2010). She looked at me and pointed. "Wow Daddy, that looks like one of the Muppets!" It took me a minute to realise that she was comparing me to Gonzo.
So I popped to the Dorchester Grill for dinner, what with the place having had a pimping spruce-up. Having left the world of plump cushions behind me - the hotel hall is awash with them - I entered a lush cloud of gold and orange. The room is ornate. Of course it's ornate. The very word could have been invented for it.
At first glance it makes sense that men, who helped create what is now a foetus in a pregnant woman, should have a say in if a woman has an abortion or not. So it seems pretty logical to give men a legal part in the decision to some extent right? The problem is it's just not that simple.
In getting Spurs to the Capital One Cup final and keeping them in contention for the Europa League and a top four Premiership finish, Pochettino is having a remarkably good first season. To the more delusional Spurs fan this level of achievement might be considered par but given what he's had to contend with, it is much better than that.
This triple layered tart (pie, slice, whatever you want to call it) is a great combination of tangy, herby and subtly sweet - that'll be the carrots for ya - and makes for an impressive little starter or lunch option.
There's quite a few products around that are accidentally vegan. So while you can enjoy discovering some new vegan chocolate and biscuits, you can also keep eating these items safe in the knowledge that they contain no animal products.
When my son was born I spent at least the first six months wondering why, on a good day, he didn't like me and, on a bad day, he hated me. I felt ashamed of these thoughts and kept telling myself, logically, that it wasn't possible for my son to think or feel either of these things yet at such a young age.
Debate over the level of female participation at global events like the WEF is, of course, important, but we must also look beyond the figures. We must remember that those women who are being heard on such stages are having an enormous impact.
A lesson we might learn from Greece is for the need to challenge the centre and to be bold. There is an alternative and it is up to those of us on the peripheries of our states and unions to stand up for our interests.
This year the world has the opportunity to keep more children safe. Together we can help children realise their rights, fulfil their potential and protect them from violence and danger. How the world looks tomorrow is dependent on how children grow up today - and the time to act is now, we haven't a moment to lose.
The world's newest powers must begin to take on a greater share of responsibility for the global order upon which their success depends. They can no longer stand on the sidelines, denouncing the injustices of the past.
It's time to realize that our best hope of getting devolution and the powers we need to make things better is to stop asking for more money and more land, and simply make a case for better control over what we have. London is a Powerhouse with even more potential to maximise.
There is no uniform rule, not all Northern cities perform badly, not all big cities necessarily have more jobs; all I know is that if we are going to fix this economic mess we are in, we are going to have to grow out of focussing on the North/South divide.
I don't smoke marijuana, however I completely support the case for legalisation. An increasing amount of people are turning to the drug to help with ongoing medical issues such as cancer and arthritis. Marijuana has been proven to help relieve pain and improve quality of life over more conventional legal drugs such as Morphine.
As we drove to Mahser I reflected on the day in Suruç, on Khalil who had escaped the grips of ISIS in Ar-Raqqa finding safety in Kobanê; each bullet wound a bitter reminder of the violence that YPG/YPJ fighters have endured day in and day out for 134 days.
To come to the realisation that you have cancer and that there is a chance I won't survive - that I won't see my kids grow up is overwhelming. I was also convinced the cancer would spread, that with every ache and pain the cancer had returned.