"What is important about him is he is a very positive character... He is not a victim. He is not downtrodden... He is very successful actually, so it ...
If you ever find yourself in need of crystal meth candy or bath salts (the kind you really do put in your bath) Albequerque's got what you're looking for. Following on the heels of the likes of Baltimore and New Jersey, it's the latest in a long line of locations to milk the cult status of a tv show - in this case HBO's Breaking Bad.
For a brown woman living in modern day Britain, being told that pale skin is 'in' is like being shown to the door of the clubhouse and being asked to leave... lay off the skin trends. If you truly mean to be part of the zeitgeist, embrace the change that models like Naomi Campbell are asking for - greater representation for women of colour in fashion and on your pages.
I enjoy the unexpected nature of shows at the Fringe, as with one walk up the Royal Mile and you could be sold on ten shows you had never even heard of before. The festival is a wonderful chance to take in all types of entertainment, so my advice is to take a chance on the unexpected, you never know what you might discover.
Taking a lesson from history, we should be asking what social inequalities are contributing to women's and mothers' mental, physical and psychosomatic health problems. Traumatic, stressful, debilitating childbearing should never be accepted as the status quo.
The fourth season of US sitcom 'Arrested Development' was launched by Netflix on Sunday morning - all 15 episodes at once, for your binge viewing pleasure.
I've spent the first part of the year digging away at his life to write the new biography Benedict Cumberbatch: Behind the Scenes. I found someone who's got a class-defying desire to succeed. A man whose job very nearly got himself killed in a South African car-jacking. And a man who's professional life hides a very real sadness at home.
We have lost respect for our fellow human beings. We don't respect their personal space, their feelings, their boundaries, them full stop. We have become so self-obsessed we can't see as far as our own nose. We have so much yet nothing is ever enough. It all spells one word. Ingratitude.
The afternoon is also like a scene out of Love Actually with charades, bad board games and general silliness. I remember trying to play the 'traditional charades' as per the Brit tv show with Frenchies. They just didn't get the whole four words, first word, two syllables thing. They wanted to act out the whole film. I ended up looking like a Pernickety Brit.
When you're living in a strange place, it's all too easy to focus on what's missing and what's wrong. That's particularly true at this time of year, when the holidays are close and family feels far and the weather turns icy and it's pitch black at 4 p.m. like the place is run by goddam vampires.
Even though I have sat through the past eight weeks nit-picking and exclaiming in cod-horror every time one of the cast appeared with one too many buttons fastened, this third series of Downton Abbey has been excellent.
The end of Downton series 3 is in sight. Quite frankly I don't know how I will cope when its gone. But let's not dwell, and focus on the issues of etiquette that were featured in the penultimate episode of this stellar series.
It's a tragedy that Ealing has no cinema of its own, as this is the neighbourhood of London that has created some of the most treasured British films.
Mrs Crawley drank her soup perfectly! It amazes me how many people today still cannot manage this.
It seems almost callous to start unpicking the etiquette of tonight's deeply moving and sad episode... but here we go...