Bonnie Greer

Over-saturation with news is detrimental to our emotional health. If you read the newspaper or check Twitter in the morning, let that be enough. You don't need to turn on the TV or radio too, especially before bed. Anything you missed will be there tomorrow. Be very careful with how much news you let your children absorb also.
Millennials must be listened to. They must be admitted - right now - to the top tables of industry; commerce; government; the arts. If they need to learn the "etiquette" of big business; government, etc. well, teach them. But put them in place.
Let's be clear: no-one is saying that the NHS is not flawed... But I saw a cartoon once that perfectly illustrated where we might be heading: there's a huge, glistening private American-style hospital where you pay and pay and pay. And in its parking lot is a little shelter-type thing offering various services. Its heading: "NHS".
Low was released on 14 January 1977, a few days after David Bowie's 30th birthday. The motto of our generation - Bowie's and mine - was "Never trust anyone over 30" and The Thin White Duke lived up to that motto in his own unique way. We were ready to party again with his next album. But you couldn't actually dance to Low.
News of what happened at Leytonstone, of course, spread all over the world, so relatives and friends from the States got in touch. After I assured them that I was okay, they then went on to ask why and how the Met dealt with a potential terror situation - without guns. It was so strange, so incomprehensible, something they could not imagine. That's because the USA is an armed society. Arms are the equalizer; the avenger; the explainer; the revenge; and your best friend.
We were told it wasn't going to be covered so we skipped the story. The Cameron biog that contains the "pig-gate" story is being serialized in The Daily Mail. Frankly, any day that I don't talk about or have to say the words: The Daily Mail; The Mail On Sunday or Mail Online - is a good day.
Just as America has become the country where the first "selfie" political candidate - Donald Trump - has emerged, we here in the UK are experiencing a new paradigm, too. I'll call it: "Real". It has begun - as always - with the young. A "zero hour contract" reality; seven professions in a working life; eternal debt; possible no home ownership, all of these factors are very real for a generation that will not only be long-lived, but the ultimate carers of an ageing population growing larger by the year. After the winter snows melt, and the first flowers of spring push through the soil, Jeremy Corbyn may be gone. But the Disrupter has made his mark.
The first time I noticed "You People Syndrome" (YPS) was during the Scottish referendum. Being an immigrant, some nuances of my adopted culture can sometimes pass me by. You can often spend time re-calibrating your brain, trying to get to grips with the things you think you understand. But don't. So I was quite bewildered at the time of the Scottish Referendum ("Indy Ref") at the general coverage that I saw. Me, being London-based and London-centric, it seemed that the mainstream media (MSM) (largely London, too) were actually telling the people of Scotland that: "You People Up There Know Not What You Do" .
This breach of protocol matters because it can make it even harder for theatres to take chances; harder for new writers, new actors, new directors to come into the art form; to work outside of the mainstream. It makes it harder for established writers; actors; directors to try something new, do something new.
Here's a guy who's been an MP of over 30 years standing; pretty consistent in what he believes in; and who decides to Do Something - i.e. stand for Leader of his Party. This declaration unleashes a fire storm from our largely right-of-centre press - summertime, bored; its claws still sharp from the mauling it gave Labour in conjunction with the Cons, thereby delivering the most ad hominem/policy-light campaign I've seen for a long time. Now, a cabal has emerged, emboldened by victory and the support of this centre-right press, (that's most of the newspapers actually) who call themselves the catchy: "Tories For Corbyn".