Russell Brand found a willing audience in Cambridge earlier this week as students turned out in their hundreds to hear him muse upon subjects as diverse as One Direction (Harry Styles is "apparently a bit of a character"), recreational drugs (Brand would have them fully legalised and regulated) and, of course, his much fêted revolution.
"I'm having a quarter life crisis" I declared grandly to my ridiculously talented friend Carmel. "Oh..." she remarked "...what's that?"
Well done Sam, consistently the best contestant on this years show. A very worthy winner, also, best of luck to a great runner up Nicholas McDonald.
"Up on your feet, you can't sit down if anyone is performing," instructed the bossy compere. "Try not to sit there taking pictures all night, it just looks stupid," he added. Within minutes of arriving at my seat in Wembley Arena I realised it was time to give up my autonomy and learn the instructed dance moves. Here are five more things I learned from being in the audience...
Christmas is just around the corner and so too is the X Factor Final. But first, as the tension grows, (in my best Peter Dickson voice) it's the Semi Final.
There's a phrase in environmental politics called Nimbyism, which stands for Not In My Back Yard. In essence it means that people want renewable energy projects such as wind farms to be built, provided of course, they aren't built anywhere near them...
While in theory, it sounds like a dream job for any gay journo to spend a week locked in the studio as a parade of ripped, chiseled, gay and straight bodies trail in and out, the reality is that it's bloody hard work. No, honestly.
Simon Cowell's TV talent-show format has grown tired and exhausted. There are only so many accusations of fixing results and sob stories the nation can take. Cowell's vow to 'shake up' the show for next year begs the question: will anyone care enough to watch it?
It may not be 50 yet but, 10 years on and the X Factor is still going strong. This weekend it's a celebration of everything X Factor past and present, from the acts to the judges to the smiles and the tears. Thank you for making Saturday nights worth staying in for!
Is there anyone else out there? Or am I the only living being in the entire galaxy who's been left totally unmoved by the current outbreak of Doctor Who-steria? Don't get me wrong: I have nothing against the good Time Lord... It's just that I don't get it (him).
I think the bigger issue is not how offended the gay community will be when a so called 'celebrity' lets rip with a homophobic rant but more the reasons why grown men deem being a receiver of swollen goods anything less than a life style of utter fabulousness?
Now alongside Sam Bailey, Tamera Foster is one of my personal favourites but she looked uncomfortable with her song and at one point forgot the words. Yes she pulled it around and yes she still hit the high notes out of the park, but it just felt flat after the error.
This week the acts are laid bare, no backing tracks and nowhere to hide. Just the power of a thirty piece big band for company. And how impressive th...
It's time to get out those flared trousers and platform shoes... fluff up the hair and put the roller skates on... it's disco week.
Yep. So get out your tissues, top up your mascara, and sob your heart out, because we are now a nation of emotional wrecks, but proud?
There is absolutely nothing malicious in any facet of Bake Off. The contestants all seem to get along swimmingly, warmly congratulating each other on successes and commiserating with evictees rather than bounding off stage toward the next round, fists pumping.