I write this with a quivering lower lip and a slightly less shaky right leg than I had 48 hours ago. Now voted out of Strictly Come Dancing, my leg has stopped shaking because I don't have to dance again. My lip has started quivering because I don't have to dance again... It will be a little while before I feel completely normal again. Normal is ligaments not swollen and heart not racing every time I see my diary marked for Saturday. Normal is where most of us ought to be most of the time. But returning to the world is hard. Because Strictly is another planet.
I feel very lucky to have worked with such extraordinary people on this show. Everything from the research period onwards has been a mad mad ride. It is a story where we've tried to be really ambitious with what we're saying about the world, and it is a war cry of sorts...
I've been sickened by all the talk recently of it being a "fact" that mums and dads always secretly have a favourite among their children, and that those who don't have the courage to admit it are in denial. I absolutely refute that.
I love dance because its great fun, keeps you fit and boosts your confidence. I love it when people tell me how much they are inspired by seeing dance programmes on TV, and in fact new research shows that around half of those watching TV programmes like Strictly Come Dancing get so wrapped-up in the rhythm that they can't help but dance along in their living rooms.
"Odd jobs have become BIG BUSINESS," informed the doomy voiceover. They have? I spend every frickin' weekend doing odd jobs yet have somehow failed to become a billionaire, but I'll take the Beeb's word for it.
I smiled naively thinking what a lovely thing to do, come over on a Sunday, get sushi delivered and watch a classic London based rom com staring a spectacle sporting Hugh Grant. I happily accepted and I was looking forward to the evening!
John Lewis has said that the purpose of the ad is to raise awareness of the elderly and the importance of being together at Christmas through "thoughtful gift giving". But, in an age of intense commercialism, does the ad have mixed messages?
When he's training: he has a little cry. When he or anyone in his vicinity mentions his family: he has a little cry. When he's interviewed by Claudia and she's making a JOKE and probably wearing a weird hat: yes, he has a little cry. The guy is so in touch with his soul. Seriously. In fact I might have a little cry...
So how do you take on such an iconic and recognisable show and make it into a great new series for a new generation of viewers? Hopefully by learning from the huge success of the original show but also listening carefully to the needs of those new viewers.
The region of Chikwawa is hot, remote and extremely poor with no electricity in most homes and no safe drinking water. TV production facilities in the country are almost non-existent, so we had to bring everything with us. Here I have detailed some of the statistics that made up our trip to Malawi...
The ominous phone call comes, candidates to be at St James Square with 30 mins to get ready. That annoyed me as when I was on it, we only got 20 mins, one likes to looks ones best when there are up to 10million people watching you.
Back in the house, there was an entirely different atmosphere. None of that politeness and decency HERE, thank you very much. "I'd like to raise a toast to myself!" shrieked Charleine, as the others glumly knocked back the booze, hating her.
I love the show, always have, always will. I have no shame in telling people that I watch Neighbours and I'll champion how good it is to anyone who will listen. More people should watch it and this week was a great place to reconnect with those forgotten neighbours.
Every autumn, this mysterious woman appears, directs people to a boardroom and looks intently at a blurred out Excel spreadsheet. There are so many questions surrounding this enigma.
Kirsty and Brendan danced the Charleston to 'Bad Romance' by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox; it was pretty much as bad as anything I have seen on a dance floor, and I speak as a woman who learned Irish dancing with a boy called Adrian who had a club foot.
There's a competitive edge to male friendships that can make it difficult for guys to be open and honest with each other. You might have things that you really want to talk about but can't for fear of appearing weak. As a gay guy, I could stand apart from some of this.