Love it? Haven't seen it? Bored of talking about it? Everyone's on a Game of Thrones thing so why not drink like it. Whether you're digging it or not check out BarChick's cocktail guide, Game of Thrones-style; drink your way around the Seven Kingdoms, live like a Lannister or kick back Khaleesi-style, the choice is yours, but we say try the lot.
Remember flailing your arms around and howling is despair when that cold bastard Roose Bolton plunged his blade into poor old Robb Stark's chest? Remember your heart dropping when his wife and unborn child were slaughtered before his eyes? Season three of Game of Thrones was pretty gross, pretty traumatic and a lot devastating. It was also incredible television. And now the show's back for more.
We are amid the greatest revolution human life has ever known - the liberation of communication - in the hands of the many as well as that dangerous few. Yes of course the danger is there - the danger that what we call news maybe hijacked, distorted, lied about, propogandised. But today I argue that we stand at the dawn of the golden age of what we have come to describe as journalism. The mediation of information by individuals, collectives, groups, whom WE have the very individual powers to choose.
In Jon Snow's interview with Russell Brand last week the presenter accused the comedian of inconsistency for rallying against parliamentary democracy while asking people to sign a government e-petition. I think Jon missed the point. Russell Brand didn't play by the rules of our parliamentary system, he hacked it.
Over two decades after his "walk to freedom", Nelson Mandela has walked his final mile. The impact of his death will reach far beyond the frontiers of South Africa. There will be tears, but celebration for one of the most remarkable lives of our time. Madiba, as he was fondly known, leaves us with a memory of the best in public life to which any human can aspire. His signal contribution to humankind, the embrace and sustaining of forgiveness for his own, and for his people's oppression.
Nowhere describes Syria's disintegration as a nation more acutely than her shattered second city of Aleppo. No where describes the agony of Syria more acutely than that city's Darshifa Clinic. Despite the almost complete lack of medical staff, drugs, equipment and even sanitation, the clinic tends the cascades of brutally injured civilians and fighters alike pouring through its door.
Lenin has suffered considerably down the years. An ear fell off some time ago and had to be re-attached. Kenyatta had to be embalmed and, how shall I put it - 'stuffed' during the night hours so that the crowds could file past during the day. As the Venezuelans commit to embalming Hugo Chavez, they should perhaps take note of what has happened to these once great men. Stuffing a president doesn't do him any good in the long run. A glass case in a military building on public display may not prove the kindest ending for Hugo.
OK so we have hosed ourselves down, celebrated Jonnie Peacock, Ellie Simmonds and so very many more. But beyond our fading emotions, stirred in a way not one of us ever anticipated, what's left? For myself, and I guess many others, I do consider disability differently, visible disability for sure. I'm not so sure anything has advanced with regard to the less visibly disabled people amongst us.