Russell Brand famously took his cat Morrissey with him when he moved to Los Angeles as he loved him so much. Ricky Gervais has even given his cat Ollie his own Facebook page. Does anyone call them crazy? No.
It's the Eurovision Song Contest this Saturday - but a recent poll has found the UK would vote 'Leave' if there were a referendum on our participation, in some kind of musical Brexit. This must surely be one the most depressing results of recent times. One can only extrapolate that in these times of austerity, us Brits are cutting back on our sense of fun too.
Things were hard in the Eighties when it came to being openly gay and even pop stars - and most celebrities in the entertainment world - were forced to live a lie for fear of public opprobrium. Freddie Mercury strutted his stuff at Live Aid in a singlet, Tom of Finland moustache and tight trousers, and still the general public didn't guess he was gay.
I simply can't imagine how much harder it is to be a young child today, let alone dealing with bullying. You're already coping with the relentless pressures of constant testing at school, homework from a young age, the sometime insidious effects of all-pervading social media and the internet, plus fearful parents who rarely let you play outside.
Cold sores are one of the banes of my life and for millions across the world. And right now, they're a misery for me... It could be burgeoning leprosy or the results of a gargantuan glue-huffing problem. But no, that angry-looking 20p-sized area of flaking, suppurating, painful skin next to my lip that's getting bigger by the day is a dreaded cold sore. (It feels GIGANTIC, too).
While all the news reports are focussing on how coal literally fuelled the industrial revolution, how at one point, one million miners were working in pits, how Big Coal is now over and heavy industry all but kaput in the UK, no one is really talking about how coal mining built communities, cultures, families, memories. My memories.
It's astonishing that dogs still love us humans, no matter what we put them through, however horribly we abuse them. That however traumatised, they can come back from the brink and live fulfilling lives.
It's the deal you make having pets - you know they don't live for very long and you will be devastated when you lose them. But the fun, love, companionship and joy they bring is worth the pain at the end and the massive hole they invariably leave. It's a privilege that pets choose to share their lives with us.
Painted wearing a purple top with matching stilettos complete with tiara, but with her bum out against a backdrop of a Union Jack and the word 'HISTORY', the stencil-style piece appeared on the side of the Winchester pub in Islington, London, N1, on Wednesday.
I went to Reading Festival this weekend. I've been going virtually every year since my first time in 1989, apart from when I got banned, which is a long story (yes, I really am that old and yes, I really did get banned). And you know what? It was still absolutely brilliant.
Last night, while I was casually cooking dinner, something rather unbelievable happened. A cat I'd fostered earlier this year appeared, miaowing, at my open kitchen window - having taken three weeks to travel all the way across London, from his new home in Brixton to my flat in Kilburn.
Everyone has the ability to be a critic, yet no one seems to likes criticism. In this instance, the author of a self-published book responded in the worst way possible to a bit of negativity online, with the hysterical statement that a one star review amounts to defamation.
Where are the youngsters picking up a guitar and screaming songs about the patriarchy in such a compelling way? Why are there not more young people dressing crazy and going mad for their particular brand of music?
I've had people I've dated, asking (as a first question after the topic has come up) in a panicked manner: "But you can still have sex, right?!" Yes, I can, but seeing as that is the first thing you thought to ask, NOT WITH YOU.
I'm trying to practice a meditation/hypnotherapy technique I learned a few years back to stop myself panicking and hopefully avoid another dose of ketamine on top of the morphine and tramadol I've already been pumped with. It involves visualising yourself in your 'happy place'.
Is it a bad thing that Facebook only really consists of the airbrushed highlights of everyone's lives and that no one is ever really honest about their day to day reality? Why people tend not to write status updates when their life is a bit bobbins but just boast post instead? Is social media making some people feel inadequate because their lives are less than perfect?
As we wave the dregs of the last 12 months down the plughole and prepare to celebrate Christmas, I've realised that a huge amount of positives have come out of the negatives that I've endured... So I thought I'd write them down and share them - if nothing else, because I can refer back and chivvy myself up if things start going wonky again in 2015.
Whilst many bemoan our hyper-connected age and the distance some would say it puts between people and real human interaction, I have discovered quite the opposite. In fact, I've found friends are not only more important than ever, but the internet keeps them closer than has ever been possible.
22/11/2014 22:11 GMT
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