You could see his pants. You could see his pubes. You could see the crack of his arse. And as you beheld the brazen display, he just looked right back at you with an attitude and a pornographic lyric on his mind. He looked like Phil Lynott, but Lynott didn't scare the bejesus out of me the way this beguiling, demonic, sex pixie did.
A desire to 'comeback' is the difference between making excuses or fuelling motivation, failing or succeeding or applying the handbrake or stepping on the gas when it comes to facing any one of life's various and inevitable challenges.
She was one of the finest, one of the greats. The wit was a reading wit: funny, intelligent, observant realism with a twitching sting. It was subdermal: deeper than language and timing; it fluttered in her stomach and it caught in her giggles. It knew pathos and pain. She understood her country, and helped to explain it. I don't think anybody identified with Alan Bennett's observations as much as Wood. They often used the same actors. She recognised the voices of his Talking Heads (1988/1998) and extended our time in their company. Whilst Bennett's were twitching curtains, and having solicitous affairs with Hindu shopkeepers, Wood's were elsewhere.
Here I am, hours from returning to that start line once more, to confront those demons. Every little niggle right now is a big worry. Every sneeze from one of my girls a potentially run-threatening cold I could catch.
Instead of being happy for her, congratulating her and sending their well-wishes, some people have decided to comment on the first photo she's shared of herself and her daughter as being "self promotion". Basically all people can talk about is her boobs.
I am of course falling prey to 'clickbait' and also happen to be just one of the many b*stards on the planet who use the dark art as part of their vocation - it is a tool in the armoury of many industries.
The industry is changing, slowly, and at last consumers are starting to demand change - especially through glorious campaigns like #FashRev and #WhoMadeYourClothes. Really the only way to change the big bad industry is to talk through our purses. If we all start to consume more ethically, and less, then big businesses will have to take notice.
It seems that I've been talking about it for months, but by this time next week I'll have actually completed the London Marathon. I'm absolutely terrified. I'm not that worried about it from a fitness point of view, although I am under no doubt it will be challenging.
Over the next fortnight, HuffPostUK Entertainment is going LOUD & PROUD, where we'll be celebrating how gay culture has influenced and, in turn, been embraced by all fields of entertainment, inspiring cinema-goers, TV audiences, music-lovers and wider society with its wit, creativity and power of expression.
As a young gay man I challenged no clichés by being obsessed with Barbra, Liza and all the other divas and it always struck me how much Thatcher had in common with these great gay icons. But I started school in the early 90s when Section 28 was still very much in place.
When he was four years old, my grandson, Jack, began having headaches and vomiting, Doctors ran neurological tests, including one for meningitis, but couldn't find any cause. They prescribed painkillers but they had no effect. Eventually Jack was sent for a CAT scan, which found bleeding on the brain, and an MRI scan, which revealed the brain tumour. Brain tumours kill more children and adults under the age of 40 than any other cancer... yet over the past decade just 1% of the national spend on cancer research has been allocated to this devastating disease. This is unacceptable.
If you've watched series four of Made In Chelsea, you might remember a ski trip to Verbier. If you look closely you'll spot pure terror - and some tears - in my eyes when I was forced to ski. Big thanks to a very patient crew (and to Francis Boulle who was even worse than me).
What Tom taught me is that it really is possible, if you have a singular talent and a huge amount of confidence, to go out and create the life you've imagined for yourself - even if that life is very different from the one you've been leading - and yet remain the warm, regular guy you were when you set off.
I work as Chair of the Featured Artists Coalition, which has spawned the International Artist Organisation. Together we represent the rights and interests of European music artists and creators. The EU is currently working on the Digital Single market. This is essential to our future. It is the future. An artist's job is to break down barriers, tear down the walls that separate our shared humanity. We are intrinsically international. We have never thought of ourselves as being isolated from the rest of the world. Our innate desire is to bring people together, to create community and union. We are the modern day explorers and pioneers.
The toughest thing about being an actor is dealing with failure. Audition after audition where you lay yourself bare in front of a couple of strangers and a camera, only to walk out the door without ever hearing a thing. It's difficult to dispel the nagging self doubt that comes with
I have a theory. It's just a small one, but in drawing and sketching so many women - of all kinds of beauty and sexiness (or not so much), I've learned that there is just one thing that makes a woman feel and exude gorgeousness. And that's what she feels about herself. Self love.