I am of course falling prey to 'clickbait' and also happen to be just one of the many b*stards on the planet who use the dark art as part of their vocation - it is a tool in the armoury of many industries.
It was only in February that I realised how enormously spoiled we are in finding statistics. It happened when I tried to check a statement made by Michael Gove, who claimed that the proportion of UK trade done with the EU is lower now than it was before the UK joined the EU.
It seems that I've been talking about it for months, but by this time next week I'll have actually completed the London Marathon. I'm absolutely terrified. I'm not that worried about it from a fitness point of view, although I am under no doubt it will be challenging.
Over the next fortnight, HuffPostUK Entertainment is going LOUD & PROUD, where we'll be celebrating how gay culture has influenced and, in turn, been embraced by all fields of entertainment, inspiring cinema-goers, TV audiences, music-lovers and wider society with its wit, creativity and power of expression.
Can we put this more recent decline down to Wogan? It hardly seems fair to pin it on one person and the dates show little correlation. However, Björkman's main point seems valid: that if as a country we see Eurovision as frivolous and odd, we're unlikely to send a serious artist (more to the point, a serious artist is unlikely to enter).
If you've watched series four of Made In Chelsea, you might remember a ski trip to Verbier. If you look closely you'll spot pure terror - and some tears - in my eyes when I was forced to ski. Big thanks to a very patient crew (and to Francis Boulle who was even worse than me).
What Tom taught me is that it really is possible, if you have a singular talent and a huge amount of confidence, to go out and create the life you've imagined for yourself - even if that life is very different from the one you've been leading - and yet remain the warm, regular guy you were when you set off.
Lassiters, the hotel complex that has seen so many explosions and fires it's a wonder that anyone stays there. It can't rate too highly on Trip Advisor?
"Who are you here with?" asked Cowell when the seemingly inexperienced 12 year old stepped up to the microphone. She replied her mum, dad and brother. She conveniently forget to mention her agent, personal stylist, manager, lawyer, vocal coach, hairdresser and macrobiotic chef who were undoubtably all standing in the wings cheering her on.
Signing The X Factor up for another 3 series' as reported is a big mistake. Give it a break, a long, well deserved break and if you really REALLY must Simon Cowell, bring it back in a few years' time when we've had time to perhaps miss it.
The 2016 series of The Voice is the last one with the BBC, and with a move to ITV on the horizon, there's a chance for the show to fulfill its full potential. By keeping the best bits, and implementing a handful of small but much-needed changes, a truly fantastic show could be (re)born. Seriously.
The adorable Giovanni Pernice of Strictly Come Dancing fame (yes, he is every bit as handsome and charming in real life as he appears in photos and on screen) gave a Master Class in Latin dancing last Friday night, very well attended, and so much fun, in the beautiful setting of Karen Hardy Studios... and I was there!
In an age where the majority of pop artists are scared to have an opinion, scared to look foolish, scared to act in a way that will draw attention to themselves, or away from their music, Susan Boyle feels like a beacon of authenticity.
It was in 1995 that Clark took on her most infamous trial working to prosecute OJ Simpson for the murders of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman. The moment Simpson was found not-guilty; Clark left the court, her job and her reputation and never looked back.
Although I grew to love the morally challenged criminal lawyer, Saul Goodman, on one of my all time favorite TV shows, AMC's Emmy award-winning Breaking Bad, I didn't make a point to watch it when it first premiered because it was still a TV show about a lawyer.
Now I've got a one year old, and I don't look upon my mates who don't have kids as unlucky or lucky - I see them, if I can keep my eyes open, as mates who I dearly love. What I used to regard as an obsession with one's children I now know as the act of freaking out that someone as inept as you is in charge of a small things's life and safety. As worrying about being judged by other parents for a whole tiresome rainbow of reasons.