This year's Advertising Week Europe (AWE) was a real whirlwind. For four days the European ad industry hurried enthusiastically between conference rooms at the iconic BAFTA building to beat the queues and grab front row seats to watch the likes of Sir Martin Sorrell, Idris Elba and Pete Cashmore.
Attending Cosmopolitan's 'Celebration of Female Talent' last week as part of Advertising Week Europe, I was struck by a pervading sense of 'growing up'.
The lion's share of the £60bn the UK events industry contributes each year involves the business industry - I can well believe it, having been invited to more than ever before this year, and I'm the first to admit my diary is packed with other competing appointments.
It brought home the reality that the BAFTA's were becoming more and more like the Academy Awards, where big bucks Hollywood hype over -rules artistic merit.
A concerned awareness of the proportional lack of ethnic minority representation in UK media is not something new, but the surprise is that in these supposedly meritocratic times, it seems to be getting worse and not better.
Annually the most hyped and talked about bit of fantasy on air is the Academy Awards AKA The Oscars. Yet, even with all the hype and glamour, the Oscars can't equal the Super Bowl for audience size.
I guess the answer is don't give up on the large television companies just yet. Yes, there will be huge pressure from the new guard of Netflix, Google, Vice and Amazon all wanting a slice of the content market. But right now the number one light entertainment shows on both sides of the continent are still Pop Idol and the X Factor
My eyebrows raised, internally I grit my teeth, and even more determined to subconsciously push the diversity agenda in the workplace whenever I could, but did I say anything to the boss? Hell no. I would be seen as the latest 'pro-black-chip-on -her -shoulder -ethnic' and being a female of colour in this business is tough enough! Call it double jeopardy.
When I came up with the idea for the BAFTA/BFI Screenwriters' Lecture Series, it was partly an attempt to explain the screenwriter's art and partly an attempt to explore the screenwriter's complex relationship to a completed movie. When their work is done, screenwriters tend to vanish, literally and figuratively.
On Tuesday evening at Bafta in London, nearly 300 women - and a 'few good men' - gathered to discuss how we redefine success in the 21st Century. Hosted by myself and Arianna Huffington, HuffPost UK's inaugural women's conference addressed an issue facing both women and men across the globe: how do we strive for success in a world where money and power are the only metrics of success, and yet those metrics are to the detriment of so much else human beings hold as important. Where is the place for wellbeing, for giving back, for mindfulness, for health and happiness?
Sitting in the launderette reading a copy of last week's TV Guide, I contemplated my upcoming BAFTA attendance. More specifically, I'd just worked out that by the time I'd stuck my smalls in the dryer and lugged them all the way home down Balham High Road I would have just under one hour to prepare.
Bafta is known for celebrating excellence at ceremonies such as Sunday's Arqiva British Academy Television Awards, but it also engages in activity to help a diverse range of talented people to develop and grow in their careers.
The countdown's begun... the most showbiz event in the television industry's diary is this Sunday, 12 May, in Central London: The TV BAFTAs. This is when the best of British on the box is celebrated and everyone who's anyone on the small screen wants a golden ticket so that they can strut their stuff along the red carpet with a freshly-sprayed tan, toupe-taped side-boob and blagged designer glitzy frock!
The rise of the Now! Economy has most industries wondering what the next step is. For years now, many professions have looked on to the changes taking place in the way we communicate, stunned by the speed of change and unsure what the next steps are for their industry.
This year's Oscars ceremony was unique in many respects. Ang Lee's Namaste only highlighted this uniqueness. Although the function itself was very much American in its outer trappings, the spirit reflected the effect of globalising on one of the most prestigious film awards.
With long, straggly strands of hair seemingly attempting to conceal a receding hairline that reached noticeably high across his forehead, I couldn't help but wonder: is Tarantino one step away from taking Donald Trump's title of Combover King?