There ain't no party like a Food Tube party and on Tuesday we are turning one-year-old in style. That's right, FoodTube will have been on Youtube for 365 days and we've got all your favourite contributors from Gennaro Contaldo and DJ BBQ to Michael from V sauce and Jack's Gap on the show.
For nearly 25 years of wildlife filmmaking I have been quietly fascinated by the unsung heroes, the little creatures, that live beneath our feet. I have encouraged their inclusion in the odd sequence or two in many or the programmes I've been involved in from The Trials of Life to Africa.
I did not know Komla Dumor personally. But I remember hearing his baritone voice for the first time on the BBC World Service, full of self-confidence, energy, intelligence, passion and personality that suggested a rising career path.
First up was Jamie Johnson, who had a very powerful soulful voice. But, it was a grower and I didn't turn my chair until the very end of his performance. Not one for my team though. Three coaches wanted Jamie and he joins Team Kylie. For the record, I didn't think you sounded like a girl Jamie.
Why does every conversation about Lena or her work have to be derailed by gleeful squabbling about her nakedness, even now, three seasons later? Can't we just talk about the show without this intense, exhausting scrutiny of Lena's body?
This is simply the work of a surly photographer imposing into another celebrity's private life; the photograph was taken on a backstreet while Jennifer was shopping with a friend, she didn't spark up live on stage or television. Celebrity or otherwise, how Jennifer deals with her post-cancer recovery is her business. And hers alone.
It is only now, really, four months after the series finale FeLiNa (which in case you didn't know is the combination of the elements iron, sodium and lithium, a.k.a. blood, meth and tears), that I know one thing for certain: Breaking Bad is the best show I have seen in the past 23 years.
I LOVE Sherlock. The energy, the sense of humour, the casting, the writing, that coat - seasons one and two have been my happy place on many an idle evening and nursed me through more than one sick day. So, like about 98% of the internet, I was waiting with bated breath for series three. And you know what? It was rubbish. Sorry, but it was.
I laughed so hard, the last 20 years melted away. All those disappointing vehicles like their spin on Randall and and Hopkirk (Deceased) and the later, humdrum Shooting Stars were soon forgiven.
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I find it incredibly sad then that in a world where the powerful get ever more so, those without a voice are increasingly denied any real medium to express themselves in mainstream TV. I'm sure the producers are thrilled with the response to Benefits Street... Whipping up a storm is just what they wanted.
Like nearly all of the 1970s rockers, Ted Nugent built his reputation through years of hard touring, "We played 300 concerts a year, but we didn't make any money. We could pay expenses, keep good speakers in the amps and share hotel rooms. It was tough, but that didn't matter, I'm a hunter I'll sleep in the woods."
In many ways San Francisco was the perfect place to begin our journey exploring three decades of American rock. The city was spiritual home to the peace and love movement that reflected the dreams and aspirations of the sixties generation...
As storms braced Britain, the nation curled up on the sofa to watch former EastEnders actor Ricky Groves, the little one from dance troupe Diversity, every thirtysomething's first crush, presenter Michaela Strachan, Hollyoaks brainbox Gemma Merna and TOWIE's Gemma Collins take on their most terrifying reality TV challenge yet.
The fictional consulting detective can never be conclusively diagnosed but an increasing number of people seem to take it as read that he's autistic, even those who should know better.
Where I can appreciate the fact that this episode was meant to be a grand monologue of Sherlock's perspective on conventional ceremony and traditional banalities, it loses substantial credit for it began to just assume that it was ground-breakingly clever.