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'.
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.