Anyone who has seen the online videos of Dapper Laughs - real name Daniel O'Reilly - will be au fait with the misplaced pride in idiocy and the triumphant doltishness of this arch dunce. His act is a woeful, misogynistic celebration of banter-based cretinism that is sadly having a renaissance among the unenlightened, the confused, the intellectually frightened and the simpleton.
Let me say first of all how excited I am to be writing my first blog for the Washington Post. Watergate. Woodward. Bernstein. What a tradition. What an honour...
Brian puts on his new "trust me I'm a Physics teacher" badge. And he is SuperCox once more!
With superhero flair he deletes the email and grabs his man-bag ready to face his agent,
So many thoughts are developing in his mind, Could the BBC really survive without me?
It's been well documented that one of my best friends, Ross Hutchins, was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma a few years ago. Ross and I had grown up together on the tennis circuit, and his diagnosis was devastating. He was treated with chemotherapy at the Royal Marsden Hospital and a year after his diagnosis, his cancer went into remission. He's now fit and well to this day - a testimony to the crucial advances we've made in cancer treatment thanks to ground-breaking research into the illness. But not everyone is so lucky. At the beginning Elena Baltacha, the former British number one, was diagnosed with cancer of the liver. She died in May, at the age of 30.
Have you ever had one of those days when you got sucked into contemplating your life and questioning your decision making abilities. This was me just a few days ago returning from a trip to New York. But I never thought the process would be trigger by something as silly as point colour.
I remain stuck in flat-moving-limbo-hell. In February, I agreed a price of £343,500 for a 400 square foot flat in the dodgy end of Islington, London N7. And because of some diabolically tedious legal wrangling over a lease, The Vendor and I have not been able to exchange contracts...
There's millions of great reasons for cohabiting, but they never make it any less irritating. Living with yourself is hard enough. Enduring the nested behaviour of others is unbearable. Until now. Here's a few survival tips.
I proudly call myself a feminist, and I am glad the movement has become so popular. But I find it exhausting that you still can't write a flawed female character without people getting up in arms that you are damaging the movement.
Rumours of a Ghostbusters reboot, starring an all-female team, were confirmed on Wednesday when director Paul Feig tweeted: "It's official. I'm making a new Ghostbusters" with screenwriter Katie Leppold. Feig added: "It will star hilarious women. That's who I'm gonna call." But who should he call? Here's a quick list of some of the best candidates.
There is no such thing as an objective reality, when it comes to beauty. Beauty standards are set by money-hungry, old, white men behind big desks and these men make a lot of money off of your insecurities. The more you hate yourself, more you spend and the richer they get. You are beautiful. You are.
Soon after we arrive I'm asked to entertain about 80 youths, who don't speak English and have been waiting two hours in the sun for 'the internationally famous comedian' to make them laugh. This could go wrong.
I lost an old friend recently. She'd been sick for a few years, could hardly function, and in the end, we had to pull the plug. I was almost in tears - "almost" being the crucial word. Because in reality, crying over the death of your 2008 Dell Inspiron is almost as tragic as owning one in 2014.
I grew up watching Jim Davidson. I had even met him once when I was about 14 on a school trip when he told a girl in year 11 she had "big tits for her age." (In his defence, I don't think she looked 16.)
Channel 4 have a new romantic comedy on at 10pm tonight called Scrotal Recall, charting the mission of a young man tracking down his past sexual contacts when he discovers he has chlamydia. Though it's clearly a rom-com at heart, the show also doubles as a pretty good way to remove the stigma often felt around STIs (sexually transmitted infections).
Even though the comedic element of the show was ingenious, a lot of the simple joy of watching Craig was down to his rakish Scottish charm and the school boy enthusiasm he displayed whenever a gorgeous actress found themselves sitting two feet away.
Fancy a game of X Factor Live Show bingo? Here are 40 things that happen every time the billion or so hopefuls are whittled down to the final handful. Spot them! Tick them off! It might make the end come quicker! Although probably not!
Failing that, it has the cash to at least look into making a completely guilt-free iPhone.
Every hipster, hippie and hip-anything is as hooked on their Apple products as they are on extremely questionable fashions, facial hair and kale, which is just lettuce pretending to be hip, but don't tell anyone.
According to GOD: "It is not okay to use religion to justify personal bigotry. I am the LORD and I love LGBT people very much. Why else would so many LGBT people exist?"
She's standing there, young, beautiful... just ask her. There's nothing wrong in asking, this is the place people come for such things. So, why are you nervous? You take a deep breath, she looks up and smiles, which should make it easier, but you croak a little as you say "I was just wondering if you...erm...do ... bra measuring?".