Britney Spears expresses her support for Janet Jackson.

“Thank you to this beautiful lady for keeping my dreams and heart alive,” Spears, 42, wrote via Instagram in a now-deleted post on Saturday, February 24. “She has always been the deepest and smartest woman at the same time. She has been through so much, but I think she is someone I will look up to for the rest of my life.”

The “Toxic” singer also shared a photo from Jackson’s 1993 Janet album cover, writing: “Thank you for your music and your divine way of untangling intelligence into a much clearer picture than anyone could ever imagine.”

The post, which comes amid spears’ rekindled feud with Justin Timberlakeapparently refers to the controversy surrounding Jackson and Timberlake’s Super Bowl XXXVIII Halftime Show.

During the 2004 performance, Timberlake, 43, grabbed Jackson’s leather top, which led to her breast being revealed to viewers. (Timberlake later said in a statement that the “wardrobe malfunction” was “unintentional and regrettable.”)

In 2021, Timberlake issued another apology, addressed to both Jackson and Spears. He explained that he “failed” both Spears, with whom he dated from 1999 to 2002, and Jackson, who bore the brunt of the post-Super Bowl backlash. (His comments came after his relationship with Spears resurfaced as part of the Framing Britney Spears documentary.)

Timberlake’s relationship with Spears has since made headlines again, following the release of her 2023 memoir The woman in me, where she claimed Timberlake had cheated on her “a few times.” She also claimed that she had an abortion because he wasn’t ready to be a parent.

After the book’s release, a source said this exclusively We weekly in October 2023 that Timberlake didn’t think Spears would “air their very personal, dirty laundry,” but would rather talk about their ups and downs in “more general terms.”

Spears appeared to apologize last month, writing via Instagram, “If I offended any of the people I truly care about, I am deeply sorry.”

In response, Timberlake seemingly threw shade at his ex during an appearance later that month in New York City, saying, “I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to absolutely f–king Nobody,” before saying his 2002 break-up ballad, “Cry Me a River,” which is believed to have been inspired by his divorce from Spears.

Spears quickly retracted her apology in a post via Instagram earlier this month, writing:
“Someone told me someone was talking about me on the street!!! Do you want to take it to court or will you go to your mother crying like last time? I’m not sorry !!!”

Amid their ongoing feud, a source exclusively shared Us that Spears initially “tried to be the bigger person” by apologizing for her unflattering characterization of him in her memoir, but she was “quite stung” by him seemingly mocking her olive branch.

“She is embarrassed to have her goodwill and kind words thrown back in her face,” the insider said earlier this month. “Justin has no credit or sympathy for her anymore.”

Coleen Nolan has revealed she 'can't stop crying' after her daughter went on a trip with no set end date.

Speaking on Loose Women, the panelist, 58, explained how her daughter Ciara, 22, has decided to embark on a one-way travel adventure with her boyfriend.

Discussing 'Empty Nest Syndrome', the former singer admitted to fellow panellists Ruth Langsford, Janet Street-Porter and Linda Robson that she has struggled to cope with the huge family change.

Coleen said: 'They've worked and saved really hard and I'm so proud of them both and her, but honestly I just can't stop crying…

“But I try not to do it in front of her because I'm excited and proud, because it's a great thing to do. But it's like losing my best friend.' Janet then stunned the panel by demanding Coleen grow up.

Coleen shares Ciara with her ex-husband, guitarist Ray Fensome, whom she married in 2007, but they later divorced in 2018.

The TV favorite also has Shane, 35, and Jake, 31, from her first husband, EastEnders star Shane Richie. The couple married in 1990 but divorced nine years later.

Ruth pointed out that Coleen will have a hard time adjusting to her daughter's absence while Ciara helps her “live her life.”

Coleen agreed: “She is the mother of the house. My son texted me the other day and said, “This is going to be good for you, Mom, because you need to grow up.”

The Blackpool-born star went on to explain that not only does Ciara help out a lot around the house, but she also does a lot of the cooking, which eases the workload at home while her mother gets ready for her upcoming one-woman tour.

'It's just very stressful. The Empty Nest Syndrome is real!' Coleen admitted emotionally.

But Janet joked: 'I'm only speaking for her: she should be able to live her own life.'

“Oh, she can. I don't have to like it, Janet,” Coleen replied, with Janet commenting, “I know you don't like it, but you need to grow up a little, Coleen. I never thought I would say these words. But you have to make it yourself.'

Although Ciara had already left her parental home in October last year, the Loose Women star found it more difficult to cope with her daughter's holiday abroad.

A source previously told New!: 'Coleen has always tried to be a hands-on mum, even when she and her sisters were on tour during The Nolans' heyday, she always wanted them around. She even toured while pregnant with Jake…

'Coleen's once vibrant farm feels empty without her children…

'But she's not the only one who feels this way. Her cousin Danny, her sister Maureen's son, has moved to the United States with his family, so Coleen and Maureen are in the same boat. They will support each other despite their busy schedules.”

Earlier last month it was revealed that Coleen's son Shane Jr. reportedly split from his Miss Great Britain wife Maddie Wahdan – amid cheating allegations.

Shane Jr. married Maddie in July 2022 after dating for six years, and it was claimed that Maddie discovered that singer Shane Jr. had been unfaithful earlier that same month and immediately divorced him.

His mother Coleen has spoken openly in the past about his father's infidelity after they married between 1990 and 1999.

Maddie is now said to be living in Deal, Kent, while Shane Jr. is close to his family in Blackpool.

A source said The sun: 'It's sad that the relationship ended abruptly so soon after they tied the knot.

“Shane admitted he cheated. Maddie can no longer see a way out of the betrayal, so she ends their marriage.

'Coleen is very angry because she adored Maddie and sees her as another daughter. She is disappointed that history is repeating itself. It's a case of like father, like son.

“Maddie is devastated. She is firm in her decision to move on with her life. She would never be walked over.”

MailOnline has contacted a representative for Shane Jr. for comment.

Coleen said in 2018 that she regretted joining Shane Snr. after finding out he cheated while they were together.

She told me Big problem: 'I thought it was a blip and that we would get guidance and everything would be fine. If I could go back, I would leave…

'I stayed two years too long. But I was deeply in love with him. For me, nothing was missing in our relationship…

'He said that too. He said he doesn't really understand what happened. Well, he does – he wanted to have his cake and eat it too…

'I loved him, but in the end I thought, 'I'm not one of those women who keeps turning a blind eye.' I think we did well. We have remained good friends.'

Shane Jr. and Maddie married in front of their loved ones at Rushton Hall in Kettering in July last year.

He popped the question on Christmas Eve 2020 during a family game of charades.

Coleen recalled on an episode of Loose Women: 'Christmas was obviously very different, but on Christmas Eve my son Shane proposed to his now fiancée, we played a game where we had to guess what the person was going to say… she was crying, I cried.'

Asked if she was aware of the proposal, Coleen said: 'We knew a month in advance that Maddie was originally going to go back to her mother at Christmas, if the time came.

“He stood behind her and said, 'The ring is down there.'”

By Sam Joseph Semon for Dailymail.com

Published: 00:10 EST, December 25, 2023 | Updated: 5:40 PM EST, December 25, 2023

The cardboard boxes are almost as ancient as some of the contents. Glass baubles, fairy lights, bows and tinsel swags — they’re all here.

Some fragile cardboard and glitter decorations that my children made when they were small twinkle next to newer tin toys, collected on our travels. 

These tiny trinkets are full of memories of Christmases past, and finding them each December, a sign of happy celebrations to come again.

For the past few years, though, most of my decorations haven’t made it out of the boxes, something that would have been previously unthinkable for me.

This Christmas? They’re all going on the tree. After my husband John died in July 2020 aged just 63, I approached the following Christmas with dread.

For someone who’d loved everything about the season, from opening the first window on the advent calendar to eating the last turkey leftovers, finding it all suddenly rather shallow and often irrelevant after John died was a shock.

Even writing cards was beyond me, I couldn’t bear the stark loneliness of my name without his.

And coming home after spending time with our kids, grandchildren and friends and not being able to discuss the day with him, reliving all the fun or sharing any gossip, left me hollow with grief.

Anything frivolous that we’d loved to do together — things like planning presents, testing recipes (usually cocktails, to be honest), listening to carols, watching Christmas shows or even meeting up with friends, all felt remote and exhausting.

The gap between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, usually a time of happy not-doing-anything-much and cosying up, felt bleak and lonely.

Of course, there were moments of happiness, and I always felt I’d have been letting John down if I’d hidden away. But I was often going through the motions.

Three years on, as anyone who’s lost a partner will tell you, is not a measurement of anything except discarded calendars. John is still my husband, I still love him and the fact he’s not here is as hard to believe as it ever was.

This year, though, my festive spirit has been reignited.

How? Well, there are two of us in the house again. I’ll explain. Early last year, my daughter Sophie, 44, mentioned it might be an idea to consider the possibility that the eldest of her five sons come to live with me. Note ‘mentioned’, ‘an idea’, ‘consider’ and ‘possibility’.

Sonny was then in his final year at school, ready to move on but not quite ready for the whole ‘managing everything on his own’ next adventure. 

‘It would be a loving halfway house before he moves on to share with mates,’ she said. It would also allow the household to re-allocate bedrooms, something his brothers were very keen on.

To be clear, Sophie, her husband Richard and my five grandsons live nearby in London, I see them all frequently and Sonny and I are very close. 

We have lots in common, too. We share a love of anime films, sushi and people-watching, to name a few. But that seemed a very different prospect to him living here.

That would mean actually making sure he was getting up, eating properly, keeping safe (mainly, getting him up). Wouldn’t that change our relationship? Wouldn’t it also reveal that beneath my usually cheerful grandma demeanour there may lurk a bossy and inflexible old woman?

At that time, Sonny was fairly neutral about the idea and we needed him to be at least a fraction over 50 per cent in favour, so we let it lie.

Fast-forward to this summer. Sonny was embarking on a foundation year at college and all those ‘maybes’ and ‘possibilities’ got real. 

His brothers — Kit, 14, Ray, 11, Jesse, eight, and Mickey, nearly five — were all at school, the household was shifting a gear. Sonny definitely thought that moving in here seemed not only logical but exciting, too.

He was going to gain a kind of freedom as, inevitably, Sophie’s household tends to default to its youngest members. 

As for me, after three years of putting out the bins and walking the dog solo, now I might have not just a companion, but, maybe, sometimes, a helper, too?

Cooking for one isn’t as much fun as the cookbooks imply. I’d have someone to cook for and eat with. And, it turns out, someone to hang up the decorations with.

The comfort of someone familiar just being around, especially at this time of year, is immeasurable.

Our family Christmases have always been large, jolly affairs. My earliest memory of Christmas, beyond hoping for a pony and eating too many Cadbury Roses chocolates unsupervised, is of my parents chivvying us children to follow my mother’s uncle as he carried the plum pudding.

After we’d eaten turkey and all the trimmings, when it looked as if the grown-ups would never get up from the table, there’d be lots of sudden activity. 

To the tune of For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow, we sang ‘Here Comes the Christmas pudding’ and, conga-style, wove our way around the house.

More often than not we went out into the street, too, and even into our neighbour’s houses.

The keeper of the flame (literally, as the pudding was set alight with burning brandy) was always the eldest adult male. As my grandfathers were long gone, Great Uncle Gerald stepped up. 

After his death, the task — I mean, honour — fell to my Dad, who was fond of going in complicated circles so the conga would end up in knots. Who started this ritual — and, good grief, why — is lost in the mists of time.

Then after Pa died, my husband John took over.

As someone who’d only married into this family, he couldn’t have known he’d end up holding a flaming pudding and leading an unruly, singing gang, but he did it with good grace and not a little style.

Sophie was aged eight, and we already had our son, Jackson, now 36, by the time John and I had our first family Christmas. (In the space of just a year, John and I had got together, I’d left Blue Peter and Jackson had arrived in the August.)

That year, I was appearing in Aladdin with Anita Dobson, and, true to form as with any pantomime, we only had Christmas Day off from performances so we invited all the family to join us. It turned out to be 14 people.

As time went by, that proved to be a fairly small gathering. Our record attendance is 28. Friends, family, friends of friends of family — we got into the habit of inviting people without counting how many chairs we had.

Magically, as Sophie’s household has grown bigger, the Christmas hosting baton has passed to her and Richard. I always contribute stuffings for the turkey, bread sauce to go with it and the pudding.

But don’t let Sophie’s turn in this year’s M&S Christmas ad —where she’s let loose with a blowtorch on a gingerbread house and Christmas cards — fool you: they’re both brilliant hosts and fabulous cooks.

To the groaning pile of treats and traditions over the years we’ve added Pieface (the board game featuring dangerous amounts of whipped cream), tree presents of immense silliness — anything from tinned fish to noisy toys — and the presence of a fake snow machine.

Like a lot of people celebrating the Christmas festivities, the days around the date were also filled with comforting habits and rituals for us. 

Exactly when and how we opened our presents, drank mulled wine, pulled crackers, sang carols or played charades was pretty non-negotiable. The familiarity was part of the joy. 

So was being together. I’d always taken a moment, over the years, to look round at my growing brood, our gathered friends and relatives, and been thankful.

When John was diagnosed with tonsil cancer in 2016, he found out just before Christmas. With horrible regularity from then on, bad news always seemed to come around this time.

Over the next three years, Christmas assumed a hitherto unknown quantity — expect the unexpected and don’t count on anything.

I’m looking at a photograph of us from 2018. We’re playing the Water Game. It’s another ritual: someone chooses a category, let’s say ‘breeds of dogs’, and privately writes down an example — ‘Italian Spinones’, for example, best dogs ever — and goes round the group asking for their suggestions.

If they come up with the same example, the one the player has written down, they get an egg-cup full of water tipped on their head. Then it’s their turn to choose a category. Got it? (Probably sorry you asked.)

In this photo, John is punching the air in delight as our son recovers from having water thrown on his head. I’m laughing, too.

Although we had one more Christmas together, this was really our last because John was having a brief hiatus from his cancer treatment so he was able to enjoy every aspect of the season.

By Christmas 2019, he was more tired, had little appetite and sometimes even removed himself from our raucous company. He died the following summer.

The prospect of Christmas, instead of being joyfully anticipated and planned for, loomed large that year, 2020.

Not only were we going to spend it, unthinkably, without him for the first time, but the sudden announcement of lockdown meant my children, grandchildren and I couldn’t be together, either.

My younger daughter, Martha, bubbled with me and we stood outside in the freezing air with her brother and sister to open our presents. I know I’m not alone in having found that particular Christmas season difficult.

Whereas the house had been awash with decorations in years gone by, that year I had a little last-minute tree and nothing else. 

John was a minimalist by nature and I always thought he was tolerating my festive excess until I found him stringing lights onto the plant outside our front door. That was practically the Oxford Street lights for him.

But I know he’d have hated the house without the sparkles and swags I insisted on.

My grandson Sonny moving in has changed everything. Thankfully, I’ve lived where I am since long before Sonny was born. My kids grew up here, so the house is familiar to him; one less thing to get used to.

Clearing cupboards and readying a room wasn’t easy, though. I had become good at selective vision over the years, only seeing what I wanted to see, but I had to admit I’d let the spare room get not just tired but crammed full of everyone’s ‘just till I’ve got the space, Mum’ things.

Inevitably, a lot of that clearance was hard. Old schoolbooks, letters, drawings, photos… everything was freighted with memories of our lives before losing John and the unbearable reality since.

But at least this was sorting with a purpose. I boxed up innumerable books (why is it so hard to let books go?) and forced the kids into ‘save or keep’ decisions they’d been putting off, too.

When Sonny arrived, the room felt ready to be his, and his alone.

Wi-fi. What had suited me and the occasional visitor coughed and choked with new requirements. See also: milk. The amount a teenage boy can drink in just one cup of tea is astonishing. Everything that used to last me weeks runs down with unfamiliar speed.

We’ve also established a) there is a dishwasher, and b) where it is, and I’m sure the step to actually putting things into it every time they’re used is only a little one.

These cavils look petty written down, of course, but they’re part of the huge, mutual adjustment for both of us.

Luckily, however, I’d need more space to detail the upsides. Sonny is articulate, emotionally astute and very funny.

There’s no grumpy teen sulking and it’s great to have discussions about the world with someone just beginning to discover it.

Nothing he does drives me mad, it’s more a question of recognising what needs to be said and what doesn’t. I’m also aware there’s a lot about me he probably finds irritating. 

Plus, we share the space with my big dog, Angela. I’m used to her, but even I can see her often messy habits are challenging.

We respect each other’s privacy, but he’s far more than a lodger.

A few weeks after Sonny had moved in, his then seven-year-old brother Jesse wanted to inspect his room. His reaction was as glorious as if we’d opened the door to wonderland. 

He admired every last detail, from the array of pens on Sonny’s desk to the view out of the window. Finally, he turned to me. ‘Can I live here when I’m bigger?’ he asked.

‘Well, it’s open-ended with Sonny,’ I told him. ‘But I’m sure in ten years or so you can.’

He glanced round again. ‘And,’ he said, in a low voice, ‘Can I have this room?’

I could see Sonny was both amused and a little put out. ‘It’s my room,’ he said.

‘It is,’ I agreed. It really is.

I’m about to make our Christmas puddings and I’ll get Sonny to stir the mixture and make a wish, just as we’ve always done.

He’s also tall enough not to need any help putting the fairy on top of the tree. Bonus!

And just as John and I established routines and traditions with our family, I’m sure Sonny and I will invent some, too.

By the way, the job of leading us round with the pudding has gone to my son-in-law, Richard. He’s a natural. 

Things have to change, and if there’s always going to be an empty space where John should be, we’re blessed that we’re all able to talk about him often, easily and with laughter.

Although I’m never going to stop missing John and the lovely life we shared, I’m ready for new adventures with my most delightful new housemate.

Is nothing sacred? Nit picking fans have had the audacity to complain that Beyonce is disrespecting her culture by making herself white at the Los Angeles premiere of her new film Renaissance.

Skin color is the hot topic this week. As Omid Scobie tries to stoke interest in his lackluster book Endgame by claiming that not one but two members of the royal family asked Harry and Meghan what color Archie’s skin might be, a similar row has broken out involving the Queen whether Pop is involved.

Last Saturday, Beyonce was photographed on the red carpet in Beverly Hills wearing a shiny silver figure-hugging Versace dress, blonde wig, matching pale makeup and elbow-length silver gloves.

The effect was stunning: utterly glamorous, a powerful image of a strong, unapologetic woman at the top of her game. The creator of the gown, Donatella Versace, said: ‘You are unique… a vision… one of one’.

Beyonce turned her Renaissance world tour into an expression of feminine power and strength with amazingly extravagant couture costumes, headdresses and wigs. She has a stage presence that exudes confidence and pride in her heritage. She doesn’t try to pretend she has a different shape. She owns her brand. It’s showmanship of the highest order.

The controversial silver suit is said to have been as carefully considered as a political manifesto. Nothing is left to chance for the Beyonce brand, she is a marketing genius, an icon and a source of inspiration for girls of all colors and backgrounds. But in the modern world, no matter what skin color you are – by birth or through the use of make-up – you are likely to offend someone if you dare to dress up.

Soon, social media was full of complaints that the singer had somehow betrayed her heritage, lightened her skin and “wanted to be white.” Even worse, was she a black version of Elsa from Disney’s Frozen?

The star’s mother, Tina Knowles, a fashion designer, doesn’t normally get involved in her daughter’s career. Furious, she came to Bee’s defense, claiming the critics were “racist” and perpetuated “sexist double standards.” Tina explained that her daughter’s look was chosen to reflect the theme of the premiere (which was silver) with a silver carpet and matching dress code.

The Renaissance world tour film is expected to make millions, and Beyoncé won’t have to worry about any concerns about her dress and wig affecting her popularity or her bank balance. But this obsession with what constitutes an ‘acceptable’ color – whether black, white, brown or yellow – is ridiculous.

Meghan is mixed race, and yet she defines herself as black because her mother is black. That is her prerogative. Harry is white, and so is little Archie. But is it necessarily racist to wonder what color a child might be? Having lived for five years with someone whose parents were from the Caribbean, I can assure you that black families talk about skin color just like everyone else. It’s just normal curiosity, but now the topic has been hijacked and appropriated by the culture war warriors.

Cultural appropriation is a term used to denigrate anyone (usually white) who has the audacity to adopt the clothing or hairstyles of another culture. It is assumed that the person doing this was stupid or has malicious intentions. That is both patronizing and wrong.

But isn’t it strange that a black woman, Beyonce, is now being thrown out for daring to color her skin silver for a publicity appearance? As for wearing a blonde wig – there are countless examples of black stars, such as jazz singer Etta James, for example – who used blonde wigs to add a certain glamor to their appearance. And Michael Jackson used white makeup to hide his skin condition.

Does this pathetic critique of a smart black icon – Beyonce – mark a new low in the cultural appropriation war? Are black women no longer allowed to wear pale makeup or blonde hairpieces? Honestly, could it get any more ridiculous? This week, Marks and Spencer came under attack for launching a fried rice ball containing chorizo, a crazy version of paella in bite-sized chunks. Chefs were quick to complain that one of their national dishes, rice aracini, had been bastardized and that the paella balls were an insult to their culture.

This week in the jungle, Nigel Farage told Fred that singing with a Jamaican accent would earn him criticism for cultural appropriation. Watching him explain the term to Nella was an exercise in non-communication.

When Nigel pointed out that it is difficult to wear fancy dress nowadays, Nella thought that dressing up as a Mexican would be offensive to their culture. Which showed that we live in dangerous times, where offense is easily offended and a generation of young people seem to be getting upset about issues that never seemed problematic before.

Harry once dressed up as a Nazi but has since apologized. I once had a friend dress up as a cactus for a fancy dress party – was that offensive to prickly plants? I’m not sure.

Our preoccupation with skin color above all else is symptomatic of a time when so much is judged on outward appearances, when social media is used to present a completely enhanced and false version of what we really look like. With the push of a button I can appear dead white or deeply tanned in my selfies. I can get rid of my double chin and smooth out my wrinkles.

Reflecting all skin colors in our society is the best way to sell anything in 2023. Television advertising has completely changed in the last decade and there has never been an all-white family. To look at these ads for all our major brands, you would think what a wonderfully integrated, homogenous society we live in. If only that were the case.

I like to think that talent wins everything and that skin color doesn’t matter. That’s how I hired people and that’s how I judge people now. Expecting a talent like Beyonce to conform to a bleak “black” stereotype is ridiculous. She can ‘be’ whoever she wants.

Eric McCormack and woman Janet Leigh Holden McCormack have separated and are getting divorced.

Janet has filed for divorce from the Will & Grace alum, 60, on Wednesday, November 22, in Los Angeles County Superior Court, We weekly can confirm. She cited irreconcilable differences as the reason for their split, but no date of separation was given. TMZ was the first to report the split.

The court does not document that Janet requested Eric pay both spousal support and attorney fees. She asks for no support from Eric and wants an equal division of the property.

The couple welcomed son Finnigan in July 2002. He is now 21, so the divorce will not address the details of custody.

Eric and Janet married in 1999, five years after they first met while filming Lonely Pigeon.

“I met my wife, Janet, in 1994 on the set of a TV series. She was the assistant director,” said the actor The guard in 2007. “I just got out of a relationship and couldn’t be trusted. I dated actresses, but Janet was different. She wore jeans, drove a pickup truck… At first she wasn’t too excited about it. She knew that acting is a lot of work: it would be like taking your work home with you. But I managed to convince her.”

The Canadians (both have dual citizenship in Canada and the US) had to keep their romance on the down low because they were colleagues. “The first season we had a secret affair. I mean, dating the crew!” he added. “It was actually much worse for her because she wasn’t supposed to give any of the actors preferential treatment.”

He shared a photo from their early days via Instagram in April 2020. “This is the first photo Janet and I took at the #LonesomeDove Season 1 Wrap Party, circa December ’94. Coincidentally, this was our coming out party,” he captioned the photo. “No one on the show knew we had been dating for months.And *today* is my wife’s birthday! Happy birthday, @janetmccormack #gratitude.”

The couple has remained rather low-key and avoided the Hollywood spotlight, but they have typically been spotted at a few red carpet events throughout the year. Janet and Eric were regulars at the Elton John AIDS Foundation’s annual Oscars party, which they attended in March. They were also seen smiling at Broadway’s opening night in July The little housein which McCormack starred, in New York City.

Will & Grace star Eric McCormack’s wife, Janet Holden, has filed for divorce after more than 26 years of marriage.

The 60-year-old actor’s estranged husband filed the paperwork at a courthouse on Wednesday. TMZciting ‘irreconcilable differences.’

The Hollywood director – who married McCormack in 1997 – did not mention a divorce date.

Janet is seeking spousal support and reportedly wants to “end the court’s ability to award spousal support to Eric,” according to the release.

The Canadian actor – known for his role as Will Truman in the hit NBC sitcom – and Janet share one child together, 21-year-old son Finnigan Holden McCormack.

It is unclear whether McCormack and Holden have entered into a prenuptial agreement.

The couple was spotted together this year on July 24, attending the opening night post-party of The Cottage on Broadway in New York City, where they posed for a loved-up photo together.

They also attended the 31st annual Elton John AIDS Foundation Academy Awards viewing party, held at West Hollywood Park in March.

Eric looked dapper in a black tuxedo and bow tie, while Janet stunned in a deep burgundy dress. All seemed well between the couple who held hands as they posed together on the red carpet.

And in 2018, Janet supported the actor as he accepted a star on the Hollywood Walk Of Fame. For this special occasion, they were also accompanied by their son.

The duo first met in 1994 on the set of the Lonesome Dove TV show in Canada, on which he starred and she was an assistant director.

‘I met my wife, Janet, in 1994 on the set of a TV series. She was deputy director. I just got out of a relationship and couldn’t be trusted. I dated actresses, but Janet was different. She was wearing jeans and driving a pickup truck,” he said The guard about the beginning of their romance in 2007.

“There was a bit of mystery and danger, which was fun,” Holden previously said People.

After falling in love, they kept their romance a secret for a while.

‘At first she wasn’t that enthusiastic. She knew that acting is a lot of work: it would be like taking your work home with you. But I managed to convince her,” he said.

‘The first season we had a secret affair. I mean, dating crew! Actually, it was much worse for her because she wasn’t supposed to give any of the actors preferential treatment.’

However, after she moved on to another role after the first season, they made their romance public and appeared together at the 1995 wrap party.

The couple married on August 3, 1997 and welcomed Finnigan on July 1, 2002.

Five months after they said yes, McCormack landed the role of his iconic TV character on Will & Grace.

Eric previously shared that getting married helped him navigate the new heights of fame better than if he had been younger and single.

‘I think I was very lucky that I didn’t become famous until I was around thirty. If it had happened when I was younger, you might have seen me falling out of nightclubs,” he said The guard.

“I think I acted like a much better person because I was already married when all that happened (I got married five months after I got the role of Will).”

Set in New York, the show centers on the friendship between Will, a gay lawyer (played by McCormack) and a straight interior designer, Grace Adler (Debra Messing).

The beloved show originally ran for eight seasons from 1998 to 2006 and was based on four friends navigating their careers and love lives.

The show was rebooted in September 2017. It finally came to an end on April 23, 2020, after 11 seasons.

McCormack and Messing co-starred with series regulars Sean Hayes and Megan Mullalley.

By Ashleigh Gray for Dailymail.Com

Published: 4:11 PM EST, November 11, 2023 | Updated: 5:32 PM EST, November 11, 2023

Naomi Campbell showed off her incredible legs on Thursday night as she celebrated her ex-boyfriend Diddy’s birthday at LAVO restaurant at The BoTree in London.

The supermodel, 53, looked nothing short of sensational in a very low-cut black dress with a sexy slit at the thigh.

In the audience, Naomi posed for photos with singer Janet Jackson and rapper P Diddy – real name Sean Combs – himself.

The draped fabric of her stunning dress showed off her cleavage, while she added a long statement necklace as an accessory.

She highlighted her famous cheekbones with a bronzed contour, while adding thick eyeliner and bold eyeshadow for a glamorous birthday look.

Naomi and P Diddy, now 54, were rumored to be dating in 2001, but a rep for the star has confirmed they are just friends.

And the two continued to enjoy their blossoming friendship as they enjoyed a casual chat in the back of a taxi while Diddy sipped a glass of wine.

In June, Naomi welcomed her second child and revealed it’s ‘never too late’ to become a mother.

A source told The Daily Mail at the time: ‘Naomi is a very strong woman. This is what she always wanted. She is so very happy.

“She is so excited to give her little girl a brother. She looks forward to the coming years with great pride.’

Naomi posted a photo of the child and saw her cradling the baby boy while her two-year-old daughter held his hand.

Wrapped in what appeared to be a £275 Dolce & Gabbana ivory baby suit, the newborn’s face was turned away from the camera as he lay in his mother’s arms.

The supermodel said, “My little darling, know that you are cherished beyond measure and surrounded by love from the moment you graced us with your presence.

‘A true gift from God, blessed! Welcome little boy.”

Naomi’s surprise announcement comes after she welcomed her first child, a daughter, in May 2021.

She shocked fans by announcing the birth of her daughter just weeks after walking the Michael Kors catwalk in New York without a visible baby bump.

In an interview with British Vogue a year later, the model insisted her daughter was not adopted when she revealed her face for the first time.

She didn’t reveal how she welcomed her daughter, but four years ago, science gave her the chance to start a family “whenever she wants,” suggesting she was leaning toward using a surrogate mother.

Naomi offered a first look at her newcomer with a photo of her baby daughter, whose name has still not been revealed: “A beautiful little blessing has chosen me to be her mother.

“I am so honored to have this gentle soul in my life. There are no words to describe the lifelong bond I now share with you, my angel. There is no greater love.”

Naomi last dated rapper Skepta in 2018, but the following year she had an affair with One Direction’s Liam Payne.

She has also had high-profile relationships over the years with the likes of Diddy, Robert De Niro, Mike Tyson and Russian billionaire Vladislav Doronin.

Although she is notoriously private about her love life, the star has previously stated that she is “on good terms” with her exes and is not currently believed to be dating anyone new.

By Rebecca Lawrence for Mailonline

Published: 09:27 EST, November 6, 2023 | Updated: 09:27 EST, November 6, 2023