So, is there really a large evidence base to support any new recommendations? Perhaps they might even stay the same, or recommend different limits for different populations. Surely there is no safe limit in pregnancy or for older people?
We've all been told to drink a sh*tload less. Because 20 years ago, the last time these guidelines were composed, most people did drink less. Usually for socioeconomic reasons though, let's be honest. And maybe some folk will drink less. But I know one thing that will put lots of people off doing so. The Smug Sober B*st*rd Brigade.
The news last month that a single NHS Trust failed to investigate the unexpected deaths of more than 1,000 people since 2011 (as revealed in a report ...
Perhaps the most startling aspect of the training was that we were being taught how to recognise traits of radicalisation before we'd learnt the first thing about diagnosing psychosis. I don't make this comparison flippantly or for rhetorical impact; its ramifications are clear.
Problem drinking is never just about alcohol. Drinking is often a crutch for other underlying factors. Mental health issues, low self-esteem and stress can drive people to consume alcohol to a harmful degree in the first place.
These men of murder are the symptom of a creed that lies as far away from God as is possible to conceive and do not represent Islam anymore than George Bush, Tony Blair and Halliburton represented Christianity, or ordinary, secular Europeans and Americans when they profited from the bombing of innocent Iraqis.
We need more male survivors of childhood sexual abuse to come forward and we need the media to report their stories. Boys and young men need role models too, so it is time to ask the question, why do the media ignore male survivors?
It is all too easy in a busy newsroom to slip into cliche and start dipping into regular news language but sometimes it pays to take a step back and have a think about what you are writing. That is the true test of being a good journalist.
Since the horrific attacks last Friday I've seriously been thinking about what my hijab means. I first wore it because I believed it was the spiritual thing to do. After many years, a little more knowledge and a diverse group of friends I wonder how spiritual the practice actually is.
That's just for starters. I have no doubt that we're looking at bright, trite and very entitled future from Mr Davies. So may I be the first to say: All hail Britain's long awaited Defender of the Privileged. He's just what our society needed.
This week has perhaps shown we are making some progress in challenging the denigration of people with mental health conditions, but also made clear just how far we have to go still.
The Court of Appeal has confirmed the previous ruling was the correct one. There was no public interest in the photos and just because the children's father is well-known, that doesn't mean the children lose any rights of privacy.
I guess my true issue here is with Glamour, this award alone generates a lot of exposure in the media, so Glamour have the opportunity to use this award to value the women in our society that are saving lives, overcoming tragic illnesses and poverties, inventing amazing things and dying for their country like Moira Smith. Instead of continuously acknowledging celebrities, this is a real chance to every now and then appreciate and bring to light the unsung heroes.
Paris will get through this. History all but guarantees it. Mythology too. There's a siege in Saint Denis right now, a place named after a saint who had his head cut off at Montmartre, and who then picked up his erstwhile noggin and ran as far as he could with it (the cathedral there is apparently built where he landed).
Do we now think of news to back up our own beliefs? To me standing with France does not mean overlooking any prolonging of sufferings in war zone and non-war zones, but the mourning of victims everywhere. Ma solidarité la plus profonde avec les victimes. Toutes les victimes all over the world. Viva Peace!
It was shortly after a lunch of egg sandwiches and wedges that I realised I was about to be thrown out of Britain First's annual conference, hosted in a private room, in a castle-like hotel, on the outskirts of Sheffield. I was glad. It was over.