Millions of women have literally decided to freeze themselves in time, by injecting poison into their faces. So, in an age where the poison needle is rampant in foreheads everywhere, I set out on a mission to discover the anti-botox. It's a new (anti) age and I'm calling it NO-TOX!
As a Brit living in the United States, I have an up-close but outsider's view of their presidential campaign. What started as a ridiculous joke has become a serious, stark and terrifying reality - Donald Trump COULD be president of the United States, and seemingly no one can hear the little boy shouting that the emperor has no clothes on.
"I was sorry to hear about his death" said Peter Hardy, sometime war reporter (fittingly) with the Daily Express, who was a sent to interview him - circa 1981 - for a "Rumble in Victoria" at a London boxing club.
Someone asked me the other day what motivates me to stay in shape. Call me fickle, but my answer tends to change on a daily basis. I mean, much though I might scoff at a 'no carbs before Marbs' type situation, I'll admit that my tendency towards toning quite vastly increases as summer approaches.
As an entertainment journalist, I should not feel lucky to work somewhere that hasn't fuelled speculation over whether Amber is telling truth, or given a platform to Johnny's pals who, of course, find the idea that he could physically harm a woman ridiculous. But that's the position I've found myself in.
Comedy is a weird one. One minute you're performing to 12 people (8 of whom are comedians) in a room above a pub in Leicester Square with no microphone, no stage lights and a potted plant as a set piece and five years and a lot of miles later you can sell out your own show at The Lowry. Then, if you get super lucky, you get to do some TV.
Recent research by the British Association of Beauty Therapists and Cosmetology found that two in three British mothers book salon treatments for their under eights. With one in five girls aged between 10 and 15 unhappy with their looks, this has sparked some debate among parents and experts alike.
When you live each day with regimented and disciplined training, diet and conditioning, it's very hard to adapt to normal life afterwards. Strangely you miss the training regimes, the camaraderie and working as part of a team. In a very small way, I can relate to that camaraderie, the team work and the bond that the military have...
Claire and Frank - and both her and Kevin Spacey - are equals. Both actors also write and produce, while their on-screen alter-egos each give as good as they get. So why does Robin still have to fight for the same wage packet as her co-star? If she still has to fight for equal pay, what hope is there for the rest of us?
They say that two of the most stressful things in life are having a baby and moving house. This is hugely daunting and I'm happy to report that it's not true. I recently bought my first home and I wish I hadn't been so intimidated by it. The first port of call is, of course, budget and this is intrinsically linked with the mortgage offer...
A couple of weeks ago, I dropped out of a *big* running event. It's plagued me ever since. So just incase you're like me and manage to psyche yourself out of things for absolutely-not-legitimate reasons, here's my tips for getting out the door...
Justin Timberlake is obviously great, but he's American, totally irrelevant to this extravaganza, which has traditionally invited a fitting act to showcase the host nation. And that hasn't worked out badly either. Riverdance stole the show in 1994, and never looked back.
Clearly at a vulnerable place in her life following her father's cancer diagnosis, the press have pounced on her, seeing her torment as an opportunity to knock the star that they spent so long building up, right back down again. And I for one have been feeling increasingly uncomfortable watching the whole circus.
Katie Price has been let down by Loose Women and the viewers who complained about her. I hope that ITV and Ofcom recognise the double standard inherent in the complaints and dismiss them, showing this up for what it is: slut-shaming snobbery.
Now I'm regarded as an honorary Brit. Winning Eurovision really integrated me into the British culture and 19 years later I'm still the last person to win it for the UK. For a country that produces the greatest music in the world, the Brits just don't know how to manufacture a decent enough song to win ESC. Why?
The Eurovision for me holds really great memories. Ever since Bucks Fizz won in 1981, I have watched it and it was about that time that I knew I wanted to be a singer. I was 10 years old then - and how was I to know that 12 years later, I was to represent my country, and I have to say representing your country in anything is a great honour.