I'll be honest with you, I didn't know anything about banking, and I was happy that way. I thought that I'd take care of my business the bankers could take care of there's and we'd all be fine.
I'm a big fan of Henning Menkel's Wallander novels and the Swedish television series that came out of them, and it's only because I still pine for the latter that I watched Kenneth Branagh's English version last night.
Russell Brand premiered a new late-night series in the US last week. Brand X With Russell Brand, which airs on FX in the States, mixes Brand's stand-up with political satire and audience participation. I watched the premiere episode, and it stank.
Armando Iannucci's Veep has arrived on British shores, replacing the cinéma vérité, political satire window that has been left empty by his previous work, The Thick Of It.
"I'm sorry" is a phrase that gets used in BBC 1's four part series True Love twice in two episodes - and both times it's used by men to their wives after cheating on them with another woman.
The fifth season of Mad Men had a troubled creation, with behind-the-scenes squabbles threatening its existence and delaying it for what felt like years, so it's perhaps not surprising that it turned out to be very dark in tone.
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.