There’s been no rest for the wicked since I got back home to Portsmouth from my filming trip to the Oscars in LA.
I’ve been doing more filming, but not quite as glamorous this time – up to the big smoke where I’ve done some elements for a TV programme being made about Whitney Houston.
It was kind of a double-edged sword filming this one, a bit similar to last year when I worked on the biographical DVD about Amy Winehouse.
On the one hand I’m filming and presenting and doing what I love the most.
But on the other hand I’m getting paid to make a programme on the back of the tragic loss of somebody.
Call me soft, but there’s something a little uncomfortable about that. This side of me has probably restricted me heading to London permanently. I just can’t be that ruthless about things.
The programme is all about Whitney’s life – a biographical ‘look back’ which delves deep into her rise to fame and then her eventual downfall.
The patterns of those stars that die early seem to mimic each other so much that you do wonder why more isn’t done to help them before it’s too late.
You may think that such famous and talented figures have everything they could possibly ever want, so why should we feel sorry for them?
But I think that’s the whole point. Yes. they could have everything. But all the fame, the money, the ‘yes’ people around them telling them what they want to hear and feeding their egos and addictions, just can’t be healthy for the soul.
Concern now seems to be focused on Whitney’s daughter, who is reportedly in line to inherit a staggering $1bn.
There is no way that 18-year-old Bobbi Kristina should be left to deal with that kind of wealth on her own.
It doesn’t matter who you are, what you do and what funds you have in the bank. You always need someone – a friend or family member –to tell you when you’re in danger of treading a path to destruction.
I just hope those who know and love Bobbi Kristina can give her the advice and protection she’s going to need in the years ahead.