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.
This Saturday saw the final round of blind auditions for Season Three of The Voice UK with yet again Will.i.am being the last to fill his team. Also showing that the new panel and programming shift has worked with the show beating Saturday Night Takeaway in the ratings war.
Ambulance controller Tom Barnwell does a rewarding job, I hope he was rewarded with a good voice too. He deserves a chance.
I'm a fan of Top Gear. I know I'm female, and this is wrong, but I like cars and the trio makes me laugh. But last night's episode was one of the most tasteless things I have ever watched on television.
Where I can appreciate the fact that this episode was meant to be a grand monologue of Sherlock's perspective on conventional ceremony and traditional banalities, it loses substantial credit for it began to just assume that it was ground-breakingly clever.
One of the seminal moments so far in The Walking Dead - which returned to Fox this week - came at the end of the show's second season.
London Irish is about four feckless young Northern Irish, two men and two women, who seem to spend their time avoiding sobriety and perpetuating stereotypes. It is a show so devoid of character, so devoid of charm, so devoid of comedy that I felt for a moment ashamed to be Irish in London.
The auditions are over for another year and the game is about to get really serious, make a mistake now and you go home... For the audience, the fun is just about to begin as we enjoy a new style bootcamp. Let's welcome the six seat challenge.
Many viewers have said that this series of Big Brother was Channel 5's best ever. Actually, last years in my opinion was a LOT better. Even from the first few weeks I could tell that this year was not going to be anywhere near as entertaining or controversial as the events that took place in last year's house.
It is rare to watch a TV show in 2013 and realise, within about 15 minutes, that it might be one of the best British dramas of all time. But Channel 4's Southcliffe, which finished on Sunday, is something really rather special.
It's not the greatest TV drama you'll see all year, but as a mid-August slice of escapism it wasn't bad, even if it featured all the usual trappings of a Stephen King-inspired tale.
For the first time this series, I'm genuinely gutted with this week's eviction outcome. Another twist that took place last week has essentially backfired again, leading to the eviction of the alpha-male in the house.
It's interesting to see how the tables have now turned. Dexter and Gina my two favourites are now recognised as the most popular housemates in the outside world, to the rest of them, whilst former "insiders" such as Hazel and Charlie are on the potential chopping line for next week.
You have to wonder what next year's Apprentice has in store for us? Badger-culling services? Assassination on-demand? If you really want to ensure that people don't get disfigured by cosmetic treatments, don't sell them, and don't promote them on taxpayer-funded TV.
The majority of this week's highlights have revolved around the Daley & Hazel relationship "story-line", which as Dexter even agrees is immensely cringey.
So what if the 11-year-old has shone round after round in the competition, excelling at every test of intelligence put before her? She's got a bit of hair between her nose and her mouth and it is holding her back, people. Take out the tweezers, heat up the wax and roll up your sleeves: we've got an innocent 11-year-old waiting to be objectified.