There’s something you should know about me. Sometimes I make these grand plans and then tank them so hard on purpose just to enjoy the acceleration of the free fall “back to life, back to reality.” (Pause here to really let that sound bite sneak into your brain for the rest of the day.)

After having the most excellent Saturday (not be confused with Bill and Ted’s Adventure) I crash landed into Sunday, where a case of overwhelming homesickness rendered me a lazy, melancholy blob whose only interest was reading books by American comediennes.

Ironically (using it wrong) Phil booked our tickets back to America yesterday in the midst of my wallowing and I think I managed a limp high five in response. Yes, I was so happy knowing there was a date on the books, but I couldn’t help thinking that I’d have to come back to England and say goodbye all over again.

England, please don’t take offense - you’re great - you’re just not home yet. And you’re gloomy as hell right now. I’m so vitamin D deficient I keep waiting for a bone to crack in half. (Is that how vitamin D deficiency works??)

I was texting the BFF this morning and confessed that life is finally settling down to normal and I’m having a hard time adjusting. I told her that people would think I’m crazy if they knew that I thought having cancer and taking care of my demented (clinically, not my opinion!) grandma for two years was easier for me than moving to England has been. And as always, she knew exactly what I meant.

Sometimes I look at this rockstar scar across my neck and think, “How did I get through that?” And then I remember, “Oh, yeah, I didn’t have a choice.” But in England, I do have a choice and I’m choosing to be here, but sometimes that just takes so much more energy than other days.

Which is why I promptly ignored all the ‘get out of bed early’ advice and constructed an impenetrable pillow fort and didn’t get out of bed until 1PM. I was weary and tired in ways that only complete life avoidance and holding your spouse hostage can remedy.

And it worked. I feel 400% better.

Now to tackle this vitamin D issue.

Miranda Hart on Backchat TONIGHT!!


S02E04 - Jack Whitehall and his father Michael bring their unique relationship to BBC Two with their own comedy chat show. Each week expect candid conversation, family feuds and must-see moments as an eclectic line-up of great guests find themselves stuck between the funniest father and son around.

In a truly glamorous edition of Backchat, Hollywood’s Joan Collins flies over to discuss fashion faux pas and is on the sofa alongside writer and comedienne Miranda Hart, who reveals her love for a sock in a croc.

Airing tonight on BBC TWO at 22:00pm | 30mins

You can live-stream;

HERE (UK Only)

If you are unable to watch this tonight you can always catch-up tomorrow on BBCiPlayer (If you live in the UK) If you are in the US don’t worry I will be uploading it to my Dailymotion tomorrow!


Introducing FLARE Magazine’s October 2014 cover star… Mindy Kaling!

Check out our full interview with the talented writer and star of The Mindy Project at

The Real Tina Fey

"There are a couple of things I want to impart to ladies who want to be in comedy: One, you don’t have to be weird or be quirky to get your job done. And two, comedy skill is not sexually transmittable. You do not have to sleep with a comedian to learn what you’re doing. Male comedians will not like that advice, but it is the truth.”

- Tina Fey

Read the full piece, including Tina’s thoughts on a wide variety of topics, here

Happy birthday Dorothy Devore (June 22, 1899 - September 10, 1976), shown here in Hold Your Breath

"…the novelty of a female fly became the basis for the 1924 Al Christie comedy Hold Your Breath, starring Dorothy Devore. Devore’s gender was a means to promote and differentiate the film, as is made clear by the ad copy that billed her as “The Girl Who Outstunts Lloyd” and “A Harold Lloyd in Skirts.” Prerelease hype in the Los Angeles Times stated that ‘theater audiences have grown used to seeing a male star do daredevil stunts,’ but that Harold Lloyd now had a rival in ‘this petite young actress, who climbs about on tall buildings, with all the courage, ease, and abandon of the bespectacled comedian.’”

Excerpt from The Thrill Makers: Celebrity, Masculinity, and Stunt Performance. Image scanned from Silent Movies: The Birth of Film and the Triumph of Movie Culture.