The only dilemma is that this time never comes. As the unwatched programmes you've saved gradually mount up, you realise that you only have 5% of space left. This leaves you with the excruciating predicament of what to delete.
The snapper and I duly waited outside the club later that evening. I remember Max pulling up in his silver Jaguar/Daimler and struggling to park. He kept bumping into other cars. No doubt he had over-estimated the length he had to play with!
The BBC has been unbelievably apathetic about making EastEnders a success in the US. For a few years, BBC America ran episodes nearly current with what was airing in Britain, and then cancelled the show in 2003 due to a supposed lack of ratings.
The comical jolt to the awards podium of news You'd think a George Clooney film being released on Valentine's Day would garner a very familiar torren...
If it is folly to mistake the echo of a London pub for the voice of the kingdom (to paraphrase Jonathan Swift), then it's correct to state that such voices are often the first to articulate the iniquities of life on this island.
A little known fact about me: I once spent an entire school year, Year Ten to be precise, sporting Martin Fowler from Eastenders' jacket (here's Martin's face when he first saw the offending item) The reason it's a little known fact is because I've done everything in my power since then to suppress it. But perhaps now is the time to finally face my coaty demons and then zip it for good.
Did anyone happen to see what Channel 5 decided to showcase on Christmas Day to win the TV ratings war? I'm sure millions tuned in but in case you didn't know, at 8.40pm Channel 5 decided to go into the prime time battle by screening Eddie Stobart - 12 Days of Christmas.
Morrissey's assertion in Autobiography about being offered a role on EastEnders as Dot Cotton's long-lost son has been called into question by several people associated with the series.
NEW YORK - At a recent meet and greet held at midtown Britpub Churchill's here for Shane Richie, the actor schmoozed a few dozen stateside fans, some who traveled several hundred miles to speak with EastEnders' Alfie Moon, arguably the Queen Vic's favourite manager of all time.
It would be a real shame if the legacy of Nina Davuluri was the collection of racist tweets that followed shortly after she was crowned Miss America... The reason I say shame, is that America has come a long way in the last few years when it comes to a better, more positive depiction of ethnic minorities.
São Paulo is a city of contrasts: In one half, you see the height of luxury: five star hotels, skyscrapers and swimming pools, with company bosses earning more than they would in London. In the other, you see the depths of poverty: families living on the banks of open sewers, and millions struggling to pay the rent working as cleaners and electricians. And the biggest contrast of all: millions being spent on a shiny new football stadium for next year's World Cup, while the poorest communities are told there is no money for housing, health centres or schools.
When Gail is visiting her son in hospital, it is Stella who suggests bringing a 'bottle' over the following day. When Chesney is feeling "a bit down", Tyrone pops is head in with eight cans of lager. Now I don't mean to sound like a miserable sod, but how many of us are guzzling back seven nights a week? If you are, please get help.
They don't accept that I've actually left. They say, "Your husband is really missing you. When are you going back?" All that kind of stuff, and I go, "I've left the show." And she's "Yeah, yeah, but when are you really coming back?" People really do invest in this show and love the characters. People also love to hate my character.
Contains Spoilers ***** Last week the Twittersphere erupted in a single collective yowl of shock and disbelief. The cause - the penultimate episode in series three of Game of Thrones.
The depiction of teenagers on British television isn't offensive; it's hilarious. No matter how many 'youf' dramas are created, television still struggles to create dramas that are relatable, being out of touch with the even the minor details such as what trainers a character should be wearing.
Overwhelmingly I find that cultural silos exist more outside of the classical or operatic field. The charge of cultural elitism against people who love the classical arts is deeply ironic when I think of the many I speak to who partake of little more than Robbie Williams and X Factor.