The former prison warden topped off a fabulous year when she won the X Factor, duetted with Michael Bolton, had a number one selling debut album, by introducing baby Miley into the world, a sibling for her eldest two Tommy and Brooke.
I am so sad to hear that another Gadhimai Festival will be held in Nepal this November. The festival, which is only about 250 years old, takes place every five years. At the last festival, in 2009, it is estimated that around 500,000 water buffaloes, goats and chickens were slaughtered, having their heads severed in a mass sacrificial killing. Families, including young children, came to watch the bloody spectacle. The sacrificial killing is held to please the goddess Gadhimai, to avert evil and bring prosperity. Animal sacrifice is banned in many Indian states, but people travel from northern India to Nepal with their animals to sacrifice them at the festival.
In this week's Friday Food Off, Olivia and I put our sweet tooth to the test. My sweet canapé is an all-time favourite, the Banoffee pie. My recipe uses budget ingredients and it's quick and simple to make. Unless your guests are bananaphobes, you're onto a winner.
Roy Keane was a great footballer. The absolute perfect blend of being fearless and feared. This week, extracts of his latest autobiography, The Second Half, have been released through the Great British Press. My suspicions are all but confirmed: he is an appalling human being .
Choice is ruining our lives, taking up precious moments. 99% of our lives are taken up by deciding. Supermarkets had 1000 products for the last generation to choose from, and now there are 40,000 of them. We need to ignore 39,850 items. We suffer from decision overload, we have a limit and then we hit neural fatigue.
My husband isn't my best mate - I already have one, and had one long before we met. I'm not going to ask him for dress advice (he's a punk rocker and until I shave my head we'll probably never see eye to eye), and I understand that when I'm sick, although he'll do his best to look after me, it won't be the same as a cuddle from my mum.
Last night I attended the premiere of "Love, Rosie" the film adaptation of Cecelia Ahern's 2004 novel "Where Rainbows End." Fans of her previous novel and film "P.S. I Love You" will not be disappointed.
This year when given a cider-y amount of apples I found myself hankering after baked goods to squirrel away rather than chutney. I don't know why. I think I might be spoiling for something. My freezer is my preserving jar this Autumn. Full to the brim with these cupcakes.
An unsettling scourge has landed on the Pickwick house. Normal service has been disrupted following the delivery of a M&S Menswear catalogue largely made up of undergarments modelled by the British model David Gandy.
I grew up watching Jim Davidson. I had even met him once when I was about 14 on a school trip when he told a girl in year 11 she had "big tits for her age." (In his defence, I don't think she looked 16.)
For a lot of us survivors every anniversary is poignant and this has not lessened with the passing of the years. When we first all met in 2000, at the inaugural meeting of the Paddington Survivors Group, we were much the same though the memories then were still fresh in our minds, the pain of what had happened still raw.
My sister and I have been busy cooking up a storm in the battle to find out which of us is the better chef. Olivia, who's also a make-up vlogger, is ...
Whether it's hours in the kitchen making the ultimate lasagne, cooking an insane burger on the barbecue with some friends, or a reviving ramen when you're feeling down...
Emotionally I'm way out of my depth. I'm just a smart-alec comedian who wants to try and help. (Or do I just like the idea?) Now the teenagers have trickled back, cheated of innocence and bringing with them their trauma and children born in slavery. Some seem dead behind the eyes, but physically alert and ready to fight or run at a moment's notice. Soon after we arrive I'm asked to entertain about 80 youths, who don't speak English and have been waiting two hours in the sun for 'the internationally famous comedian' to make them laugh. This could go wrong.
Art and freedom of expression go hand in hand. I might find the lyrics to the Exodus song abhorrent but I would defend the bands right to explore their art form and challenge perceptions, and locking up a fan for posting lyrics on a Facebook wall is clearly bonkers.
They say that the jobs you have the most fun on are the ones the public enjoy the least but early word on WSKTOW is very positive and I have to say I'm incredibly proud of it. Of course, making a good film isn't enough. The press usually give my films a mauling but then I don't make them for the press.