The next few months are make or break for Lady Gaga. Poised for the release of her fifth studio album, the singer knows she has a lot to prove following, what can only be described as, a rocky few years. Once the biggest popstar in the world with more number ones and awards than you could shake a disco stick at, the wheels fell off after the release of her last album Artpop in 2013.
Can someone please ask the Grim Reaper to take a break? Go and lie down somewhere, go on holiday, anything - just stop scything away at much-loved artists who have brought joy to millions... What's going on? Is it just me, or are the deaths of some of our most popular public figures coming much faster than they used to?
The question that remains the most perplexing of all isn't who shot Kennedy or what happened that made the Big Bang, bang. The most perplexing question of all is 'what is happiness?', and also 'how do you get some?' More books are written about it than everything else combined.
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.