He's known as JJ Abram's lucky charm which stems from the fact they were childhood buddies and since then JJ has given Greg roles in most of his projects, albeit his lesser known works - Lost, Star Trek, Star Wars. Nope, never heard of them. But Greg is an established actor in his own right (Heroes, Master of Sex, Alias and Felicity)...
The loss of a close family member is of course incomparable to the loss of a musician. Not even Prince's most hard-core fan would deny that. But this does not mean the feelings someone portrays online are not genuine.
This Doctor Faustus is absurdly showy, flamboyant, always daring itself on to do something even more outrageous. What a show to see if all you had on your agenda was popping down to see Kit Harington in his boxers.
The biggest problem is that we haven't had enough high profile women talking about this because they were afraid of rocking the boat. Hell- even today black models are afraid to talk about the blatant racial discrimination that goes on in the fashion industry because they won't be hired for jobs.
As terrible as the world is, if we keep our attention off the button of de-stigmatization, we'll never get anywhere and those in this country who are suffering from a mental emergency won't get any help. I've heard too many stories about someone not finding a hospital, even on the verge of suicide.
If I have any strength as a writer it's putting down on paper the way women talk when there are no men around. Outraged at the treatment of women in rape trials, I wanted to address this issue.
Why are there still no out (and proud) Hollywood A-listers? Yes, I know Jodie Foster came out during her Golden Globes speech. While admirable and brave, it didn't exactly coincide with the pinnacle of her on-screen career. Likewise, 'Star Trek' star Zachary Quinto, but neither he nor Jodie could greenlight a movie on their name alone.
How many times have I seen "Stop it, 2016!" in the past few weeks? Graphs showing the upsurge in celebrity death, memes about George R. R. Martin writing the year, demands to put all sorts of international treasures in cotton wool. But shouldn't we be ready for this?
I was ten years old at the time and my babysitter brought this strange looking album to the house featuring a longhaired black man straddling a wicked motorcycle on the cover (so cool, debonair and quite unlike anything I had seen before).
I managed to grab a word with a few famous faces at the start. Chris Evans was playing it exceptionally cool, while Judge Rob Rinder was casually talking of going sub-three hours. Sprinter Iwan Thomas was a ball of energy. It was rather bizarre to bump into MP Simon Danczuk, who's been suspended by the Labour party, along with his estranged wife Karen.
My whole reason for putting myself back in a competing arena isn't to knock up a victory on my record, (although that would be nice), but to get back into serious completion shape, to once again live in vibrancy and to be full of energy, to embrace life and everything in this glorious world.
Today I'm making a pledge to myself and my fellow global citizen. I will try to educate myself before I express myself. I will try to learn before I teach. I will try to listen before I shout. I will do my best to help find solutions. When I disagree, I will do so with respect and grace. I will try to be a better man. I will rise up. Will you?
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.