On Sunday I take you into the long hidden rooms of Princess Sophia's childhood, and follow her path into militancy. Women's history is all too easily lost, but a woman of colour who challenged the establishment can be deleted almost entirely. It has been the proudest achievement of my professional life to try and right that wrong...
"Odd jobs have become BIG BUSINESS," informed the doomy voiceover. They have? I spend every frickin' weekend doing odd jobs yet have somehow failed to become a billionaire, but I'll take the Beeb's word for it.
As communities begin to deal with the psychological scars of losing their loved ones in such a brutal way, there's another very real issue facing Sierra Leone. Nearly 4,000 people died in this outbreak, but thousands more who caught Ebola fought it hard enough to survive.
Back in the house, there was an entirely different atmosphere. None of that politeness and decency HERE, thank you very much. "I'd like to raise a toast to myself!" shrieked Charleine, as the others glumly knocked back the booze, hating her.
Kirsty and Brendan danced the Charleston to 'Bad Romance' by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox; it was pretty much as bad as anything I have seen on a dance floor, and I speak as a woman who learned Irish dancing with a boy called Adrian who had a club foot.
The behemoths of weekend TV entertainment suddenly have more in common than their bitter rivalry to win the ratings war. In du Beke and Stephens res...
Tess and Claudia, whose wardrobes in past weeks have been worryingly normal, returned to form in two hideous outfits: Tess in an I-Made-This-In-My-Year-Nine-Textiles-Class number, featuring cheap lace panelling and a missing sleeve, Claudia in a Matalan bargain basement jumpsuit, complete with 80s shoulder pads.
Long live the BBC. Not merely a producer of sexily shot documentaries and gripping dramas, it also serves as a handy national barometer for public emo...
Now, in spite of all the TV temptations and digital distractions, Today in Parliament attracts more than a million listeners every week. In times of crisis it is even bigger. In 2003 as parliament debated the case for military action in Iraq, the weekly audience neared three million.
Can it be entirely coincidental that on the very same evening that the BBC bade farewell to its high-rating series about older people (New Tricks, in case you hadn't realised), it launched a new show about older people, Close To The Edge, a 7-part Reality TV show based around a group of older men and women living in Bournemouth?
Robert Peston is a Number Two. A quite brilliant Number Two, one of the best in the business. The sort of Number Two everyone wants by their side because he makes their job easier and them look better. But he's still a Number Two. Which is why his much-anticipated transfer to ITV will be a disaster.
It was shortly after lunch when Elsie Frost said goodbye to her father, Arthur. She was 14 and was on her way to a lake not far from her home. It was to be a special occasion. She had been asked to help teach a group of younger children how to sail...
In my new 90 minute film for BBC Four Oak Tree: Nature's Greatest Survivor I take a look at the oak beyond its obvious beauty, longevity and unmistakable presence and discover how it plays a much greater, indispensable role in our society.
I've just finished watching the second and final episode of BBC's Girls Can Code and I have to admit I found it fascinating - although not for the reasons I'd expected. From the title I'd assumed this would be a look at 'coding' whereas in fact it was more about inspiring women to consider careers in the tech industry and female entrepreneurship. Something I wholeheartedly support.
He may be "a threat to our national security" but it turns out he has some other seriously negative qualities. By looking in the newspapers I've learned that not only is he a vegetarian (like Gandhi, but, unfortunately, also like Hitler) he also sometimes forgets to wear suits, he likes to sing, he wears a hat and shorts with high socks.
For months now I have been bullied and pressured by my peers into doing something I had no previous interest in doing. Something that would drain my time, leave me confined to the sofa gaping gormlessly into space, something that in all likelihood would give me the munchies. I am talking, of course, about the Great British Bake Off.