Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream. It is a dream that recurs with alarming regularity, and when I reveal the nature of it, you will understand why it upsets me, although you can probably guess the nature of the dream from the headline.
I am a producer, marketer, publicist, designer, video editor, stage manager, fundraiser, production manager, accountant, digital marketer, social media marketer, promoter, flyer-er, sound designer, and general tea maker.
From then, each month now has a designated charity aim, with January's 'dryathalon' all the way to 'Stoptober'. Alongside these, people will be engaging in so-called fun runs and comedy nights across the country. What's wrong with that? It's all for a good cause, they say as they proffer their jangling buckets.
There's all these guides now such as 1001 places you must visit before you die, 1001 books you must read before you die, 1001 movies you must see before you die. Stuff 'em. If you're feeling more Slacker than Activist, see if you can't amble slowly towards one of these chillout zones, but if you're finding it a struggle - have a lie down.
Natalie Gumede is a good friend of mine. In recent months, I've seen a lot of stories about her in the press... On many of these occasions I have wanted to defend Natalie from these insane stories, but I have stopped myself for two reasons...
Where shall/should you/one start/begin? At the start/beginning, of course! You ought always, and in everything you do, to begin a sentence at the beginning. It is simply no good to start in the middle and work your way out. I guarantee that you will become confused.
Every Xmas in the US, trees and decorations cause an average of 250 injuries and 40 fatalities, while sharks in the US are responsible for around one fatality every two years.
One: You were wearing a pair of amusing spectacles. Two: You were with lots of friends and I didn't want to risk you being the plain, slightly doughy one. Three: I did it by accident, I meant to like you but I forgot which way to swipe...
It is time to reacquaint ourselves with Steve Furst, a man who made his comedy bones back in the 1990s, doing his first stand-up at 23 and subsequently working with Vic Reeves and Bob Mortimer in Catterick and alongside Matt Lucas and David Walliams in Little Britain.
So I'm taking the blog stateside for LOLs and on the way out flew with British Airways. During the flight I recieved some delicious and amazing food which I simply had to blog about!
It may be a biased opinion, but David Mitchell makes a fantastic host, as heard on Radio 4's 'Unbelievable Truth' which he hosts. His relentless logic and sarcastic outlook on the world still remains with this show, especially when he has witty response to the last quote of the day.
Everybody in LA is excited about their next project. It's a passion project. Lots of great people are interested in getting involved and some stars are attached, dependent on another draft.
I'd just checked into a fancy hotel in Paris. I walked into the ensuite, and there, floating in the toilet bowl was... well, I don't know how to say this in French... but someone had made a faux pas.
Now, I love tours. Don't even talk to me about those audio-guide ones, though - give me need a real, live, flesh-and-blood tour guide with a positive attitude, a wealth of knowledge and a clearance badge any day.
I am moving flat. This has led to a massive upheaval, mostly in my cupboards. My cupboards contain what must be the world's largest collection of things that no-one could ever want or need. There are things in there that make a video cassette player look useful. And there's a video cassette player.
I don't use either of the degrees in my everyday work, and I remember hardly any of the information I studied so hard, and even less of it is ever useful. However, my year 12 marks got me into uni, and those two degrees still get me all sorts of unrelated jobs, along with a highly embellished resume.
On one drunken night in a club, he said to me: "Ed, you know what your problem is? You have a chip on your shoulder." Now, he was probably right. Living on my £13,000 researcher's salary, I'd probably heard enough about his frequent trips to Val d'Isere and his worldview and had grown weary of his relentless brown-nosing of the senior producers.
Bucking the trend of "seeing the thing you are writing about", James Moran walks around HMV and draws his own conclusions. These are the reviews The Powers That Be (informed, paid reviewers) don't want you to see/don't even know about. This week, if you're looking for a Christmas gift DVD special look no further. Well, actually, look further down this page.