Peak: #2 on the Hot 100 Streams: 1.7 million Get me in the right mood (or give me half a margarita) and I will give you a 20-minute monologue on the excellence of Taylor Dayne. Her sultry, smoky voice makes everything sound legit, like every word is thick with feeling. She can do gymnastic things, particularly on high notes that she delivers with remarkab… ncG1vNJzZmikn6jBtLvNoKpnq6WXwLWtwqRlnKedZL1wsM6nq2aqpai1brnEZquasZykv26wwLKlnmVhboV5

I think I spent about $19,000 on my wedding. I don’t actually remember the final amount, but it seemed like a lot! Nick and I were grownups (35 and 41) so it made sense to pay for it ourselves over the three months we planned it. Some of it came from my bank account and some from Nick’s. Regardless, I know for a fact that I threw one of the greatest wed…

The question came frequently: “What year did you graduate from West Point?” But unlike so many of his military peers, Colin Powell never attended West Point. “Well, did you go to the Citadel, or did you go to Texas A&M or Virginia Military Institute?” Except minorities weren’t welcome at those schools in the mid-1950s. So Powell, with his modest grades and humble South Bronx roots, blazed his own trail. City College of New York, ROTC, Army second lieutenant.

Is your heart broken? Perhaps you will be interested in this club, which is not so much a club as a group of friends/co-workers/roommates/reluctant softball team who are all gay dudes who live in West Hollywood. Yes, today we are revisiting future Arrowverse creator Greg Berlanti’s The Broken Hearts Club. This 2000 “romantic comedy” is kind of a riff on The Boys in the Band, in that both center on groups of gay friends who psychologically torture each other.

Every so often I do a sweep of my parent’s garage looking for rogue bottles that need drinking up. In the past among the vinegar we’ve had some nice surprises: a bottle of Ayala 1975 Extra Dry, still fizzy and actually quite tasty if a little oxidised, or a 1980 Chateau Septy Monbazillac which was like liquid marmalade.  There was one, however, which I had been studiously avoiding because I was certain it would be knackered: a champagne-style bottle thick with dust which must have been there at least 20 years, probably brought back from a golf holiday in Normandy.