Something I didn't even know was on my bucket list has been achieved. I have cooked Thanksgiving dinner with Martha Stewart. I vow to follow the gospel of her teachings and do my very best in the remarkably less glamorous kitchen of my own home... without the luxury of magically appearing prep bowls filled by a staff of sous chefs.

I don't know if this is too weird to say but this is completely surreal for me. Bizarre. The cover of 'Teen Vogue' has been on my bucket list forever.

My goal on my bucket list is to write a romantic comedy movie.

I drink a bucket of white tea in the morning. I read about this tea of the Emperor of China which is supposedly the tea of eternal youth. It's called Silver Needle. It's unbelievably expensive but I get it on the Web.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes so live not in your yesterdays no just for tomorrow but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems and remember no one can get the jump on the future.

Choose your companions from the best Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.

Something my mum taught me years and years and years ago is life's just too short to carry around a great bucket-load of anger and resentment and bitterness and hatreds and all that sort of stuff.