The adorable Lauren Thalia got the show off to a cracking start with her unique version of Turn my swag on. At just 12 years old, Lauren played her guitar and sang like a seasoned pro. A bright future awaits her. Remember the name.
As tasks go, forcing this group of self-styled 'business brains' to come up with gym session ideas was a bit unfair. After all, these are people who can barely cope with flogging ironic vintage tat to hipsters, which as challenges go is approximately 110% easier than convincing a dog to eat a Winalot sandwich.
What have Del Boy and the Apprentice candidates got in common? Well, nothing, as it happens: because whereas Del Boy could have made a fortune selling broken tat to idiots, his Apprentice counterparts couldn't sell half price cracked ice and miles and miles of carpet tiles if their lives (or rather careers) depended on it.
On Monday night I watched Inside Nature's Giants, Channel Four's wildlife documentary opponent to the BBC's [insert David Attenborough's latest wildlife programme here].
On Saturday night I came to the end of a weekly tradition. My beloved Take Me Out had its last show of the series. Although it didn't say it would be back for another series, surely it will be... hopefully... don't make me punch you, ITV... BRING IT BACK!
"When is everything going to get back to normal?", Roger asks Don in this second episode of Mad Men Season Five, and I couldn't agree more.
We've all had plenty of time to digest the first showing of Mad Men Season Five on Tuesday, an episode that is doomed to be forever referred to as 'The One With Zou Bisou Bisou'.
This week, the Apprentice candidates had to design a 'useful' household product then pitch it to well known retailers Lakeland and Amazon. It sounds so simple, doesn't it? But bear in mind that these are people who couldn't find their rear ends with both hands, a sat nav and a detailed guide to human anatomy.
Unlike the iceberg, of course, we could have seen Titanic's problems a mile off. It's clear from Fellowes' most recent creation Downton Abbey that he believes the mere proximity of people from different social classes is enough to make a decent drama. Forget character, story, emotion...
With the Bob Dylan CD on repeat, everyone practising their long, meaningful stares with cigarettes, and Google hits for 'Old Fashioned recipe' increasing at an alarming rate, you know it can only mean one thing - that's right, it's almost the beginning of another season of Mad Men.
Right! Before we start- before we even think about starting and are still in bed scrambling for the snooze button, let's get something very clear indeed. The Voice ISN'T about finding a voice. Let's just knock that idea on the head and put it in a dark corner to come round in its own time and wander off unnoticed shall we?
The ITV hit show is back for a sixth series. Amanda Holden is joined on the new look panel by Alesha Dixon and David Walliams. And he's back. The king of all judges, Mr Simon Cowell. Thank heavens for that!
Just when you thought that Simon Cowell couldn't be any more hypocritical, any more more false and apparently any more botoxed he's back. Last night heralded his return to Britain's Got Talent. But more importantly we got to see Susan Boyle's spiritual successor; Jonathan Antoine. That, and a whole load of hypocrisy.
Another year of contestants singing, dancing and making idiots out of themselves? Why, it could only be the return of Britain's Got Talent, which has produced such household names as Paul Potts, George Sampson, Spelbound and Jai McDowell. Four names which I can't even last a day without hearing about. So, lets see what 2012's version brings.
I decided to take a look at cartoons of the 90s. I know, this has probably been done to death, but I am going to put a slight slant on the idea. I am going to look at what these cartoons really meant
This year is the 100th since the 'unsinkable' Titanic did indeed sink in the icy waters of the northern Atlantic in what has now been accepted as one of the largest ever maritime disasters. On a somewhat equally chilly Thursday afternoon in south London I went to ITV to see episodes one and two of a new, Julian Fellowes-written, four-part drama about that fateful maiden voyage.