So I've discovered using the power of research that all racism is baseless. Racism is based on the belief that one race is better than another, and it's just not true. Never ever. Which is a massive statement. Usually when someone says 'never ever' it's complete rubbish, and they actually mean, 'all the freaking time'.
The Brit Awards 2013: a masterclass in politeness, pleasant behaviour, modesty, good old formulaic pop music and accomplished banjo strumming for anyone over 21. Their mother's would have been proud. But that's precisely the point, their mothers shouldn't be proud.
Overwhelmingly I find that cultural silos exist more outside of the classical or operatic field. The charge of cultural elitism against people who love the classical arts is deeply ironic when I think of the many I speak to who partake of little more than Robbie Williams and X Factor.
You can learn all the singing technique and confidence on offer but raw talent and star quality cannot be taught. This seemed to be the ethos behind the X Factor; an indefinable star quality that makes someone watchable. A 17-week course cannot teach somebody that.
Well Paula 'I can't trust anyone ever again' Hamilton donned her best John McCririck finest and juttered out of the house, to a chorus of 'who are ya.' Let's be honest here; the woman was clearly on the edge before she slid down to the basement, as I have witnessed her arguing with herself and performing the most erratic karate known to man
There's one thing that really gets my horned goat in this grand scheme of things. REALITY TV! Please, don't get your head turned in an Exorcist style and think it's the way to fame and fortune, kiddies! Believe me. I might be a rock star, all glitter, fake blood, make-up and theatrics (with awesome rock anthems of course) but you've no idea the hard graft and craft that's gone into my career. The problem is with wanting to be a reality TV star, you're only famous for a little while. You can't live on that fame forever.
This year the spectrum of songs going for Christmas number one on the Vodafone Big Top 40 is as random as ever from credible contenders, charity records and viral sensations. It's up to you and your downloads of course. All we'll say is choose carefully!
If I could have one Christmas wish, it would be for our politicians to stop being too embarrassed to stand by culture and support it for fear of being branded 'elitist'. The Arts are for everyone, and nothing embodies this better than the volunteers who worked tirelessly to create the opening ceremony this summer.
It appears that the days of meeting and dating are gone and the generation of dating auditions has begun, well it probably begun quite some time ago to be fair. The internet does play a large part in this with the huge rise in internet dating websites that now means it's easier to find a date.
Last week, I was fortunate enough to attend the British Comedy Awards. Having missed my opportunity to do so two years in a row previously, I was naturally excited to be in a room surrounded by my favourite British comics
It's been a rum year for ITV's rendered pop factory due to dwindling audiences, an uninspiring line-up of contestants, and North Korea's ruling elite slamming Louis Walsh's decision to not take Poisonous Twin into the live shows.
It began on Saturday 18 August. We enjoyed tears, tantrums and some blooming awful singing, but after 16 weeks, we made it to the end and Dermot O'Leary announced the winner of the X Factor 2012. Congratulations... (pause for the tension) ...James Arthur.
I don't know why people bully others. The sense of power leaving someone shaking with fear must be a real high to people with very little going on in their lives. It saddens me and I really try to treat the spats my children have at school with the utmost gravity when they come to me.
Maloney has never graced the bottom two, as each week Liverpool pick up the phone. It's nuts. Christopher Maloney has just over 100,000 followers on Twitter and Union J had over six times that amount - perhaps this goes to show that the youngsters don't pick up the phone and vote.
Well, I hope you've finished hanging the baubles, stuffed in another mince pie and poured another glass of mulled wine, it's time for the X Factor sem...
Sadly another 12 months has gone by and the reality tv route and the 'half a slim chance in hell's' option of getting a slot on Later are still the only outlets for music artists on TV.