Opinion
Power-thinking, with Dr Morris O'Connor
YOUR current reality or your current life is as you created it. If you
haven’t found your soulmate, or you wish you had a better one, you're
the one to blame. Like me, you can have the finest and most elegant
soulmate this planet has to offer.
The New Adventures Of Joe 90
I was late getting up for breakfast this morning, although Dad never told me off because he wasn't feeling very well. "Dad, why are you still wearing the same smelly clothes you went out in last night?"
My Big Gap Year. With Poppy Spalding
I was literally paralysed with grief when I learned that my comedy hero Leslie Neilson had passed on. So it was all I could do to leap off my bicycle before I did some serious damage and board a flight for NYC - birthplace of comedy and Richard Dreyfuss.
Power-thinking, with Dr Morris O'Connor
Most people go through a period in their lives when they say to
themselves 'things aren't going that well', or, 'I'm in a downward
spiral of doom'.
Guest Blog: Piers Morgan
My job has taken me to every corner of the globe. Along the way I've met
the rich, the famous and have even had time to say a polite 'hello' to
ordinary folk, despite the fact that they can do nothing to further my career.
Kojak In The Attic
Whaddaya know, Mr and Mrs Patterson want to raise three big ones so they
can enjoy a self-catering Hoseasons boating vacation on the Norfolk
Broads. It's not my cup of tea, coochie-coo - the only broads Theo
Kojak's interested in are the ones who make my eggs over easy and keep
my side of the bed warm at night, capice?
The Large Hadron Collider Proves Why We Need More Cox
Many people breathed a sigh of relief last week when the Large Hadron Collider smashed some protons together and the planet failed to blow up. But, as I observed at the time, if the researchers at Cern were going to blow up anything it should probably be a photograph of TV scientist, Professor Brian Cox, with the top button of his Wranglers undone.
One Woman's Week, With Karen Fenessey
EVERYONE is saying it’s great that the Chandlers have finally been
released by their swash buckling captors. But is it just me who thinks
this development is a little too convenient?
Shaun Ryder's Jungle
AND so I am to appear on I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here. As an aesthete I am naturally repelled by the unstoppable march of reality television programmes and the oxygen they lend to the dismal, slack-jawed 'personalities' who scramble to appear on them.
