SPOILERS - DO NOT read ahead unless you have watched Episode 12 of Mad Men Season 5! The last two episodes of Mad Men before the finale have seen two main characters of the great Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce office (which almost became Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce Harris nee Holloway Cosgrove in the penultimate episode) bow out.
I am so bored of people telling me that Big Brother is moronic. The fact of the matter is that it's a programme which offers real drama, real narrative and real characters (once they forget who they're trying to portray) - and there is nothing else on television like it.
In a day full of Jubilee TV, Gary Barlow: On Her Majesty's Service achieved the honour of being the most nauseating show of all yesterday.
I've grown to hate Don Letts... I'm just sick of his sunglasses-indoors-bedecked face cropping up every five minutes to tell the same boring stories about punk. He has become the George Martin of punk - and not in the 'creative genius' way - more in the 'couple of years of doing something, four decades of agreeing to every interview and saying the same old boring crap again and again' way.
It was expected to challenge the dominance of X Factor and sold itself as being a talent show for real voices. Not a show obsessed with the appearance of its contestants or a show which laughed at its singers.
Has there ever been a more fundamentally loathsome character on television than Joffrey Baratheon? The wretched boy-King from Game Of Thrones generally makes only fleeting appearances, but each time is more vile and detestable than the last, and when his uppance comes (and it surely will) it will be so very sweet.
I am not entirely sure whether to be pleased or depressed that the latest Britain's Got Talent sensation, Jonathan and Charlotte, are becoming such a phenomenon. On the one hand, it partially proves the theory that there is an enormous untapped appetite for opera (or operatic-like noises) in the UK.
A dancing dog, ballroom dancers, opera stars and a Welsh choir. Who's next to make Saturdays Final?... let's find out, it's semi final number three.
Apparently asking your manager if they have a strategy is a fireable offence, while being a complete chaotic mess is heartily encouraged. That's the message we took away from Wednesday's episode of the Apprentice, anyway.
Sergeant Nicholas Brody has been a pleasure to watch. Old Etonian Damian Lewis's top-dollar American accent, the way in which he portrayed almost constant, angsty discomfort, and his character's strangely decent incipient terrorism - wanting to avenge a drone strike that killed scores of children - made for compelling viewing.
The finale is bound to excite; teasing us with answers, whilst also filling our minds with even more questions. So why do I feel slightly apprehensive of what's become a Sunday night staple?
Show seven is is all about the big reveal. Who has made it to the live semi finals... But, before all of that, we still had a few more auditions to get through.
If things don't come to a head pretty soon, by the time LInden catches Rosie's killer she might be the only one left who still cares.
Glee is still dithering, 2.5 seasons in, about what it wants us to think about our own ambitions. Faith in the value of your own originality is too infrequently presented, and usually lost in the monetised alliance between the show and current chart music (which these days often includes cast recordings).
Those that have not heard of the Noonan family need to look a little closer and tune in to this new and exclusive UK premiere series.
When The Voice was launched this year Simon Cowell said 'I would query whether you even need another singing talent show but we have armed ourselves and we are in a good place to beat them'.