Sadly Amy Winehouse is dead at the young age of 27 – found beyond help this afternoon in her home from what appears to be a drug overdose. The devastating journey of self-destruction finally completed and what a loss she is the world of popular music. What a loss it is for her parents to lose their daughter in such a tragic, though not unpredictable way. Maybe now it is time to identify and go after those cretins who corrupted this young woman at a time when she had the world at her feet – those who sold her the drugs which reduced her little body to that of a wasted skeleton and ate away at her talent turning her into almost a caricature of her former self. They are out there, somewhere, and they must be known. I hope they pay for their part in this young woman’s tragic departure from this world.

Bill Hunter was as Aussie as the Opera House, Uluru, the Simpson Desert and the Holden Kingswood. Each character he portrayed – whether the stoic and dependable Major Barton in Gallipoli, or a shady two-timer such as Barry Fife in Strictly Ballroom, or Muriel’s corrupt politician dad in Muriel’s Wedding – you saw a strength in the man, an innate quality that made you wish he was one of your mates. A fine actor and a very fine Australian, I’m not sure he’d be all that fussed about being referred to as a legend because everything about Bill Hunter was real and genuine. I reckon he’d prefer everyone just have a beer on him and toast a man who was very much one of our own.

Bill leaves us with so many fine moments on screen but for me, his portrayal of Major Barton preparing to lead his young Anzacs in the doomed ‘over the top’ assault at Lone Pine in the final scene of Peter Weir’s film, Gallipoli, embodies just what an instinctively fine actor he was.

He will be very, very deeply missed.

But after yet another drug-fuelled-orgy episode which has recently seen him left fighting for his life – again – I think someone needs to read this moron the riot act. This man, who treats life as though it were like a bottomless jar of marshmallow fluff, is the father of several young children. Like it or not this 40-something juvenile has responsibilities and obligations to people other than himself – very young people who need their father a hell of a lot more than he needs blow jobs from his series of rent-a-bimbo’s. Charlie Sheen needs to decide once and for all does he want to live or does he want to die. He has long since crossed the line from being young and reckless to being middle-aged and increasingly pathetic. It ain’t attractive Charlie. I suggest he make up his mind pretty damn fast because I feel his luck is quickly running out – and I would not be surprised if the obituaries have already been written.

What comes across very strongly is the sense of vulnerability in a man who had not enjoyed a happy childhood or doting parents, but rather isolation and dominance. His love of his quiet family life with his wife and two daughters was interrupted by the Abdication but the rest, as we know, is history and if you ever wondered where the Queen gets her strength and resilience from then look no further – go see this brilliant film about a man who overcame so many personal problems and issues that we experience in our own lives today and see why he certainly was born to be King.

If Colin Firth (The King) and Geoffrey Rush (Lionel Logue) don’t both win Oscars for their roles in this film then I will eat my keyboard!

As I understand it you have ‘Bucks Fizz’, ‘The Original Bucks Fizz’, ‘Bobby G’s Bucks Fizz’…then you have people who are the ‘original’ members, people who are ‘original’ members of the second version of the ‘original’ band and new members who are mad enough to step into the shoes of the ‘original’ members and get caught up in all this hoo-haa. The thing is none of them seem to like each other. There was Cheryl Baker, Mike Nolan and Jay Aston on he makeover show Pop Goes the Band in 2009 which was uncomfortable viewing at times as bad feeling still clearly existed between Jay and her later replacement Shelley Preston. Then you had that awful scene when Cheryl turned on past ex-bandmate David Van Day quite viciously when they faced each other on Celebrity Coach Trip recently.

With their 30th anniversary coming up they are at it again arguing over who owns the name and who doesn’t – why don’t the four authentic, original, first version members simply shake hands and reform as they were when pictured here in the photograph. I am sure they are as tired off dragging out this issue after all this time as people are of reading about their battles, their bad feelings towards each other and the bitterness that comes from over-inflated ego’s and hard-to-swallow pride. None of you are getting any younger so just get on with it eh?