Ashleigh Gray, a graduate fresh out of drama school, once sat wide eyed in the audience of Wicked, then turned to her friend and said "I have to play that role." Of course she meant Elphaba. A dream that many budding young starlets undoubtedly share. But for Ashleigh, this dream really did come true.
Some have accused Seagal of faking the scene. I actually think it's genuine. If you were going to fake a fight, you would at least make it look exciting. As it was, there was a grim, detached look on Seagal's face as he worked his way through the hired toughs.
If you get a bit seasick when you see a celebrity showing support for a humanitarian cause or being vocal about politics it's because your boring, staid, rigid boat has been rocked. Shame on your limited expectations, they need to embrace a healthy open-mindedness.
I love her voice, her tantrums, and her use of words like "buxom" and "sharnt." I love how incensed, impassioned and over excited she gets about everything. I still quote her if it's too cold ("It's SOOO COOOLD") and it's impossible to ask "Who is she?" without breaking into the infamous Nikki diary room rant.
When producers invited her back as part of a twist on the latest run of the show, they knew exactly what they were letting themselves in for. But scenes where she compared loveable series eight champion Brian Belo to "a rapist and a murderer" proved that she's more than just a panto villain - it became evidently clear that this is reality TV's most odious contestant ever.
Swooning over Christian Grey, Poldark and even Chris Pratt may seem harmless on the surface, but it has the potential to increase body image pressure on men, so why on earth would we want to make objectification the norm?
I dedicated so much time to my first born and did so many things with and for him that by the time my second son came along I felt guilty if I didn't do the same for him. Even though I didn't have the luxury of the time I had with my first son, I made sure my second child didn't miss out.
Playing fast and loose with the sobriquet "celebrity", twenty new faces lined up to be shouted at by Gregg Wallace and John Torode, a duo known primarily for sitting in separate rooms and pretending to hold a conversation with each other.
There is positive form of gentrification going on, and bring it on, because the rebirth of Margate, London's sandy beach is one helluva an uplifting story. Dreamland when it finally reopens this summer will be another milestone and being part of helping this great British seaside town to rediscover its mojo is a responsibility that we are not taking lightly.
Five years ago, we could have lost my own father Michael Bradbury to prostate cancer, the men-only disease which kills one man in the UK every single hour. Put another way, it means 24 prostate cancer deaths on Father's Day alone - or 168 during Men's Health Week.
By the time the footage is cut and the story filed, the last thing I want to do is slap on more make-up and stagger into the party in ridiculously high shoes. Apart from one night of the year. ONE party that is the highlight of my social calendar. The Glamour Women of the Year Awards.
The sheer power of music and the way it can affect people in such a positive way is never better demonstrated than when you watch the therapists from the charity Nordoff Robbins at work. The charity uses the power of music to treat children and adults with all kinds of difficulties ranging from autism to dementia and they have been transforming lives for decades. The techniques created by the founders Paul Nordoff and Clive Robbins can be a way of communicating for those who have trouble doing so and it has proved to have many benefits both physical and mental.
As the 2015 judges were announced on Tuesday morning, not only were fans underwhelmed - the "big news" had been practically everywhere prior to the official unveiling - but many threatened to boycott the show altogether, myself included.
Apparently, according to the newspapers this week, I am one of a new breed of HENS. Yes, that's me, I'm a hen. And apart from the insulting clucking implication, or perhaps the suggestion that people my age have little brain and even less purpose, it stands for Happy Empty Nester.
You're probably reading this post on a computer or mobile device via a vibrant glow emitted by the screen. So readily available to many of us, light and power only becomes evident in their unexpected absence - the frustration of dead batteries, power outages and darkness. Yet for 622million people in Africa, energy poverty is the norm. Home to one-sixth of the world's population, Africa receives only 4% of the world's energy supply... Inspired by my own childhood I knew that we could electrify Africa now, and we could do it quickly.
The advice we give to sellers is to really shout about everything that you love about your property - chances are someone else will love it too. It's a bit like online dating. If someone posts a profile that lists simply their age, height, weight, number of kids and profession then you only get a one dimensional view of them. It's the same with property.