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.
My period is not philanthropy. Our wombs shouldn't be used to pay for the safety and health of our mothers, sisters and friends. You might have thought this was going to win us over, George, but I'm not buying it. I'm going to carry on fighting the tampon tax, and I know I won't be the only person to think that your plan to shut us up is a bloody joke.
Liverpool can't be at their best every single week. But we've seen what their best is - and who knows, there could even be more to come - and it puts them at least on par with the country's top teams on their day. If a consistent level of performance can be found over the next two thirds of the season, Liverpool may go closer to the title than a lot of people think. Dark horses? Maybe...
I admit, when a boyfriend of four years and I broke up, I wasn't a glowing example of positive willpower. Although we made the sensible decision to delete each other from Facebook, that didn't stop me from occasionally having a peek at his limited profile and descending into a self-inflicted pit of despair.
Now as a mother of two, I can appreciate how utterly under-prepared I was as I began this crazy journey. I certainly don't claim to have all the answers (not even close) but I'd like to offer a helping hand, for what it is worth, to anyone else waddling uncomfortably down the path to motherhood.
For three months you live like this, trying every night. You are getting weaker, sinking deeper and deeper into a hole of depression and despair. One Sunday you spend the whole day in the makeshift Jungle church, praying something with change, that night, you make the journey with a renewed sense of hope. Suddenly you find yourself hiding under the train. You are alone, the other boys you made the journey with have been caught and sent back. Your little body just fits in the gap between the train and the track. The train starts to move, you slide inside it and hide under a lorry.
She had married at eighteen, was a mother at twenty-one. She was still in her twenties when the 1960s came along, still young enough to embrace the excitements of the new age. She fell in love with a colleague, but when she revealed this, I learned of the pressures that society and her family put upon her to give up the affair. She was sent to see a psychiatrist, was told, as iconoclastic women have been told through the ages, that she had lost her senses.
The net migration target is far too blunt and crude to be much use to anybody. The target lumps together refugees fleeing ISIL with entrepreneurs from the US, cleaners from Poland and students from Hong Kong. It will never offer a sophisticated or useful snapshot of the state of immigration in Britain, other than to testify that it exists.
Approximately 15million girls worldwide are married each year - that's one girl, aged under 18, married off against her will every two seconds. Married to a man chosen for her, sometimes two or three times her age, and who she may never lay eyes on until the day of the ceremony.
I've recently joined the social-break bandwagon. This is slightly ironic, as I'm the founder of a digital marketing agency. As a self-confessed social media addict, I took myself off work, email and social media for a month. I really missed it but learnt a lot about how and why I was sharing so much.
Some (men) say that Pinter has just as much disdain for men. His male characters vary from a bit pathetic to utterly cruel. But the point is that the leverage they have in the world comes from more than what's between their legs.
By the time I cracked open the anti-blemish concealer, the whole experiment had taken a turn for the worse. Resigned to the fact I couldn't remove the other makeup with a mansize Kleenex tissue, I just applied it on top. Perhaps unsurprisingly, this didn't work.
Europe needs a common energy policy that is capable of meeting the challenges of competitiveness, environmental sustainability and security of supply.