I know it seems unpatriotic to say, but I don't mind if I never see the Mo-bot again. That irritation aside, this intimate doc follows in the same footsteps as the one traced by Tom Daley's at the weekend, and Bradley Wiggins' on Sky1 this Thursday...
It doesn't matter how many "near-naked snaps" he's posted on his Instagram over the past few weeks and months, it doesn't matter how complimentary your tone is (it's not body-shaming if we're saying he looks good, right?) and no, it definitely does not matter how big the c**k in question is, people.
In the two years they've been on screen, Mick, Linda, Lee, Nancy and Johnny (and not forgetting little Ollie) have weathered rather a few storms, but have always managed to come out of it stronger and more together than ever.
Here's the thing about Gilmore Girls: it's pure fantasy. Of course it is. No town is that picturesque. No one is that quirky or witty. But that doesn't matter. In fact, it's part of what makes the show so much fun to watch. It's comforting when you've had a bad day, like a hug for the brain. It's a fairy tale.
I am delighted to be announcing our record breaking total of £55million, which is £6million higher than last year! This has only happened due to the dedication and energy of all of those who fundraise and support us every year to help transform the lives of disadvantaged children and young people right across the UK.
For all his shouting, the blame cannot be laid entirely at the Ginger One's door. Those BBC bosses watching the jewel that was Top Gear crumble in their hands must ask themselves today why they once again remained in thrall to one 'talent' for all those months the show was in production.
Two evictions down and the novelty of 'the amazing new series' has begun to wear off slightly. I'm still thoroughly enjoying things so far; however two weeks in we've lost I feel the two strongest characters yet and I'm questioning whether the entertainment will decline.
My father and I sit in the back room of my childhood home and stare out of the window at his small, well-maintained but very much a self confessed "work in progress" garden with highlights of The Chelsea Flower show whispering from the television set as we drink wine and reminisce.
The average British woman spends £140,000 on hair and beauty products throughout her lifetime. That's a lot of money to spend on drawing male attention only to then be punished and frowned upon for enjoying the result of it.
Reporter and real earthling, Andy West took to the diary room at the weekend feeling defeated at the realisation that he is emotionally on his own in there. I hope he finds some meaningful friendship soon, because seeing him diminished by a wall of vapidity is not something I'll take any pleasure in viewing.
From across the UK we had more than 1,200 bands apply for the show, the casting team trawled the country watching more than 100 bands play in six weeks. We had a few Spinal Tap submissions, plenty of 'dad' bands belting out cover versions of Whole Lotta Love, but the overall standard was extremely high.
Off the top of my head, there is a weird man-mannequin by the name of Chelsea, who appears to have washed ashore during an oil slick, a celebrity offspring, a posh-but-not-posh country girl, a tough guy, and of course the token twins.
Fresh from the show's recent success at the British Soap Awards, I had a chat with Lisa George, aka Beth Sutherland, about why the series is still going strong after 55 years.
Reviews of the revamped version of the BBC Two motoring show have been pretty scathing since its debut at the end of May, and much attention has been placed upon its ratings. But while Chris isn't ready to admit there may be faults with the series, he isn't exactly helping matters with his ranty defence of it either.
The production team didn't cast the net very wide when thinking about the types of men they wanted on the new series. It seems a rippling set of abs and some terrible opinions on women were the only thing required to get you noticed by producers, which has resulted in a pretty damning representation of the modern male on the show.
Comedy is a weird one. One minute you're performing to 12 people (8 of whom are comedians) in a room above a pub in Leicester Square with no microphone, no stage lights and a potted plant as a set piece and five years and a lot of miles later you can sell out your own show at The Lowry. Then, if you get super lucky, you get to do some TV.