Back and now classier than ever, we are kindly reminded that what we are about to see might have been 'blinged' up for our entertainment.
Sitting down to watch BBC3's Extreme Beauty Queens I think it's fair to say my initial reaction- stunned with wide open mouth for one hour- was probably a reflection of those held by the thousands of viewers that tuned in.
Contrary to popular belief, this is not the time of the year to celebrate the birth of our lord and saviour. No. It is in-fact the time of the year to split your time right down the middle, a perfect 50/50 of being drunk and being hungover.
Here are the top 10 tips you need to be a winner on I'm A Celebrity.... And that's not necessarily becoming the Jungle Queen or King. Even if you don't make the semis, you can still be a big, big winner...
This is the UK's largest fashion festival which is packed with all the latest fashion and beauty trends. You can enjoy the non-stop catwalk shows, hair and beauty demonstrations and much more. It is set to be a special one as it is celebrating its 25th anniversary this year!
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
With two weddings to prepare for next summer, my family are on a bit of a health kick at the moment. My sister and her bridesmaids, of which I am one of five, decided the best way to spend the heatwave was to sign up to 30 days of unlimited bikram yoga classes. The irony of this is lost on no-one.
Are there Essex Girls who have shrill estuary accents, bleach their hair several shades too light, turn their skin Jaffa colour with an excess of fake tan? Yup, of course there are. But there are identikit overprimped, underdressed females in every area of London. So why has Essex become a byword for bad taste?
The collective worship of millions - even billions - across the planet is bound to send you a tiny bit peculiar. Maybe that's what prompted John Lennon to say that the Beatles were 'more popular than Jesus'. Could it be? Is Justin Bieber bigger than God?
Do the females competing to be Lord Sugar's business partner in Series 9 of The Apprentice think they are dressing for the boardroom or the bar? (And by "the bar", I mean the kind where they down shots rather than the kind where they would need a wig and gown).
After discovering that the phenomenon TOWIE (The Only Way Is Essex) is currently in its eighth series, I began to get the impression that its genesis had been somewhat forgotten. As it turns out, many people don't realise that Essex is actually a real place. Instead, it seems, they think it's a kind of Disneyland. A theme park that can be holidayed too.
It's really significant to me that the boys have opened their 'charity account'. The fact they chose Marie Curie who cared for their mum and Grief Encounter who have made their loss less painful indicates they understand what it means to give back and to pay gratitude.
This giant romper suit would never pass my fashion litmus test which is: "Would Anna Wintour wear this?" The chances of her owning a onesie, let alone wearing one, even in the privacy of her own home, are roughly in line with the chances of Ed Milliband joining the BNP. Probably even lower.
As a showbiz journalist one of the things that bored me senseless about the Games was the countless number of stuffy old curmudgeons praying it would finally wipe clean the smear on British culture - the dreaded obsession with celebrity.
Five days a week, 52 weeks a year, the hard-working commuters of Essex flood into London's financial Square Mile and the towers of Canary Wharf to help keep the wheels of the British economy turning. Let me put it this way: Essex is a county of entrepreneurs, risk takers and dreamers.
Despite its mega-success, knocking shows like TOWIE - and the people who appear in them - has become a national pastime. The problem is, despite a stereotype fuelled by years of Essex Girl jokes, we're not all uneducated idiots, no matter what the critics might think.