There is a very old joke; it has appeared in different forms over the years, most famously in Alan Moore's seminal graphic novel Watchmen. Most retel...
If Jesus was resurrected tomorrow and fed hundreds of impoverished people, like the five loaves of bread and two fish parable, there would probably still be a load of morons on Twitter accusing him of being sexist, racist, 'Islamophobic', not 'inclusive' enough or all of the above.
As a comedian, I essentially come out every single night and there is part of me that feels completely and utterly liberated by this and by the fact that I am getting laughs and applause for being me. Let me take you to the beginning of the story...
Instead of offering a hand to help survivors face their experiences head on, we shut them away in a dark lonely room where no one acknowledges what happened to them, forcing them into a silence and taking their voice away - ultimately prolonging their recoveries.
He said that my book was 'Absolutely, unbelievably brilliant', he tweeted about it to his millions of Twitter followers, he has been a staunch supporter of my mental health campaigning and an ally. How many people like me has he quietly supported over the years? Because he really didn't have to. Yes, he messed up, he's apologised, now leave him be.
Having watched the full interview, most of it makes absolute sense, and I am inclined to agree with a lot of it in terms of political correctness and free speech. People should be able to say whatever they think and be free from chastising...but this should be to a point.
Just grow up, eh? The sad thing is Stephen, victims of child abuse 'grow up' the second the abuse starts and they never get their childhood back. I was abused at the age of 12, not by an uncle but a former employee at my father's business. I've experienced my fair share of self pity over the years, especially when thinking about my lost childhood. However ugly you think that is, I think I'm entitled to feel that way from time to time. And you know what, it's funny you said no one is going to like me for feeling sorry for myself. That's exactly what I thought when I planned taking my own life a few years ago.
When it comes to work, the term 'mental ill health' still holds certain stigmas - it is something that we just don't talk openly about and often the illness will remain completely hidden.
The unapologetically profane Nicki Minaj summed it up when she asked: 'Why do people ask me to lose swear words? Do people ask Eminem to lose swear words? Do they ask Lil Wayne to lose swear words?'
It's not too late for people power to speak out. If you haven't already done so, please visit Save Soho's online site, and add your name to our campaigning... Now, more than ever, we need to make our voices heard, and keep Soho inclusive, not exclusive.
Judging by the Daily Mail's tweets, this year's Baftas was notable only because 1. Keira Knightley was pregnant ("Keira hides her bump in a gown made by blah blah") and 2. Rosamund Pike gave birth recently ("Rosamund Pike showed off her amazing post-pregnancy figure in a gown made by blah blah.")
For me, the question of whether or not God is real is not the point of this discussion but the pinnacle message that should be taken from what Fry so eloquently said is that, were God real, why would we want to worship such an entity?
Recent figures released by Westminster City Council in London show the terrifying rate that small office space is being lost to high end residential conversions. This is particularly challenging in London's Soho, long the birth place and home to so many of the country's great creative companies and performers.
Unfortunately I'm not in a position to comment on how Stephen and Elliot got together, nor on the validity of their relationship. I can however tell you about my relationship with a 55 year old that started when I was 23.
Stephen Fry and Elliot Spencer have an age gap and a fairly significant one which, in the eyes of a shocking quantity on social media, is akin to the kicking of a fluffy kitten. Quite how it is anybody's business as to the details of the private life of two consenting adults is beyond me.
Whenever I see Ed Miliband trying to pretend he's a human, I'm always reminded of a particular scene in Mark Tavener's criminally underrated sitcom Absolute Power in which the oily sultan of spin Charles Prentiss (not so much played by as written for Stephen Fry) is sizing up dowdy Tory shadow minister Joanne Standing (basically a pilot version of The Thick of It's Nicola Murray).