Kate Bush remains sexy in a way that few girls on today's pop catwalk might properly understand. Hers is a power that comes from within, based on self-belief, power of vocal expression, and an internal keg of passion almost mystical in its creation. With the word bandied around these days to describe anyone who looks half-decent on Instagram, Kate Bush really is a living, breathing goddess.
Today - if the evidence of Nelson Mandela's sad passing is anything to go by - the focus is now on the me, me, me. I've listened to, watched and read celebrities blithely talking about 'When I met Nelson he instantly recognised me'... Well I really don't care about you. Sorry, but I don't.
I've come to the conclusion that female celebrities scare the bejesus out of me. Because when it comes to showbiz, many women have a shelf life that men don't. And because of this sexism and misogyny, their fame-clock is ticking louder and quicker than a man's, making her more ambitious, more determined and more awkward to interview.
The truth is, the vast majority of the allegedly professional critics in question wrote their Viva Forever! reviews based on the Girls' admittedly less than extensive back catalogue rather than the hard work of the Viva Forever! team
Fortunately, the world premiere of the Spice Girls' musical certainly had its moments of high drama which kept the audience glued. Unfortunately, none of it was happening on the stage. Everyone in the theatre was watching the Spice Girls (four of them), who were themselves staring at Victoria Beckham, sitting two rows behind with her family, and gazing at the floor. Perhaps she knew something the rest of us didn't.
Did you ever have a dream? Maybe becoming a famous footballer, or a successful pop star? Some might say its foolish to dream, a childish fantasy and you should get a proper job, well just imagine if it came true.
"The past", explains one of the characters in LP Hartley's classic novel 'The Go-Between', "is like a foreign country". The rate at which our professional and personal lives have changed in the space of only less than 20 years makes it seem like a very distant land indeed.
I may live in the Royal Borough Of Greenwich but the part I live in is more rough than Royal and every other day can feel like Halloween. People demanding treats with menaces is a weekly occurrence, it just happens to be that my neighbours call them bailiffs.
"Roman Polanski?" someone said to me yesterday afternoon. "Well, he's not as bad as Jimmy Savile, is he?" That is like a red rag to a bull. Was Jack...
A sports car won't make you grow a bigger penis and a spritz of Chanel will never bag you a Brad Pitt so don't buy into it. A smear of lipstick won't leave you looking like Kate Moss and all the isotonic sports drinks in the world won't give you thighs like Chris Hoy.
Sometimes women find it difficult to accept that courts do not take into account housework and childcare - what has been described by some as "marital minutiae" - when deciding what a fair settlement would be.
After nearly 21 years in the business, Grammy and Ivor Novello award winner, Eliot Kennedy, is opening his own artist development academy.
Just when you thought it was all over, the newsstands are heaving with souvenir editions of our beloved Olympics and I can feel the love again.
Nothing really prepares you for the moment you enter the Olympic Stadium for the first time. Being 15 feet away from an ecstatic audience jumping off the door ledge of my van and throwing my moves to Madness, Blur, Pet Shop Boys and One Direction circling on trucks behind me was immense - and yes, I did get carried away in the moment, who wouldn't!?
Amidst Madonna getting her bits out on some album tour that no one cares about, Chris Brown's dubious comeback getting people anxious and Katy Perry just existing, is it possible for these two entities revel in sisterhood or will the former allow the latter to be the patriarchy's bitch?
In the olden days, not so long ago, heads of states used to look older, wiser, indomitable and even formidable. These days a G8 summit photo has many baby faces of leaders who don't have a clue of not only how to deal with the Euro crisis but even of the price of milk they still drink.