Now then... What's happening? Out or nowt? Probably nowt eh? So I get to Korea... South Korea to be precise... Seoul in fact to be exact. I do f**king LOVE that place and here are a few reasons why:
The kids are TOTALLY fooled. They are dense, chocolatey, fudgy, and sticky, just like any good brownie should be.. But no flour, no nasties, just all the good stuff - packed full of fibre, omega 3 and protein and loads more.
What blew me away was her PRESENCE. It's easy for many acts to be great on tracks, but crap live. Nicki smashed it at levels above and beyond I was truly expecting. She hardly ever mimed, she danced her heart out, spoke to us and her presence was immense!
During the interview, both on and off camera, Stevenson was a heavenly tidal of rage, enthusiasm, intelligence and common sense. In her own unique and unabashed way, her thoughts and perceptions set a precedent for the #WomenOfACertainAge campaign.
I have been on Twitter long enough to have learned to take anonymous derogatory tweets on the chin, but the evening of incessant notifications left me with an understanding of the level to which Katie Hopkins can influence the opinions of her followers, of which she has over half a million on Twitter.
How many times can you remind people that it's one in four who have a mental disorder, that means if we prohibited everyone with a mental illness from working there would be empty floorboards in the boardrooms.
There's only one episode left of Better Call Saul - sad face - and it's got me all nostalgic about the time I met Breaking Bad's RJ Mitte AKA Walt Jr (AKA Flynn). Actually, when I say 'nostalgic', it was only actually a couple of weeks ago, I just don't get out very much.
While the exchanges might seem harmless, they are indicative of an ingrained attitude that Irish people are fair game for mocking and stereotypical slurs. The drunken Irish, the stupid, backwards Irish, the bog Irish with accents so thick you can barely understand them.
So what can we do about Katie? Katie the failed "Apprentice", Katie the Met Office drop-out, Katie the shameless 'media-tart' - loathe her or hate her, you cannot deny that she is an assiduous placer of irons in her own particular fire.
Is not fame the giving and taking away of faces? Celebrities are defaced and labelled by the media and the public on a daily basis: we've all criticised at least one celebrity for their actions and choices.
His was the star around which the show orbited. James May was the brains, Richard Hammond was the sidekick, the production and editing teams were among the best in the world, but the show needed a Peter Pan.
The unapologetically profane Nicki Minaj summed it up when she asked: 'Why do people ask me to lose swear words? Do people ask Eminem to lose swear words? Do they ask Lil Wayne to lose swear words?'
If you think of your own formative years, could you imagine doing it as part of an internationally renowned band? Imagine that every time you drank too much on a night out it would be photographed, shared, tweeted, commented on mercilessly?
It was such a spur of the moment notion when Richard Curtis and a few of us got it going that it's hard to believe it has gone on to become so close to people's hearts. Back in 1985 Ethiopia was being torn apart by famine, and a gaggle of fresh faced comedians thought they might be able to raise a bob or two to help. Three decades and a billion pounds later though what's changed? For starters there's still a big perception that it's only Africa that benefits. The reality is very different. Since Comic Relief began, projects funded in the UK have touched the lives of more than 10million people.
Of course, Zayn is no normal twenty two year old. With millions in the bank, a huge legion of fans and a successful five year career behind him, let's face it, he's probably not worrying about student loan debts, paying off an overdraft and finding a job.
What is more interesting to me as a psychologist, lies in what it is about people who identify so much with the Zayn's, the Diana's or the Gary's, that they struggle to cope at the 'death' or departure of someone/something they did not really know. I am also equally intrigued by what many of these grieving fans will do as a way to cope with their loss.