Treadwell-Collins described the live week as being "a fantastic opportunity for EastEnders to create a massive national event, and one that will enable us to celebrate 30 years of [the show] in spectacular style." He didn't disappoint.
Twelve acts remain and of those, four will leave tonight. No second chances. It will be pack your bags and Bon voyage!
While Clarkson's true-to-form casual attitude to the 'fracas' and bravado to the subsequent BBC action of suspending him might give the impression that no damage has really been done, PR-wise, many media experts would disagree.
There's this thing that keeps happening. A film is announced, and in this film there's a trans character, and there's talk of positive representation, and giving a voice to a stigmatised section of society, and it's all good. And then the actor playing the part of the trans person is announced, and they're not trans.
It's now been proved it's absolutely possible, and even likely, that Anna Magdalena Bach had a creative hand in work attributed to her husband. We have a musical 'canon' which more or less excludes women, and this new research raises a burning question: whether some music by women (which must exist) could be hidden under male relatives' names.
If you don't live in New Zealand then this may have passed you by, but there has recently been a bit of controversy surrounding our version of The X Factor.
Team Rita and Team Will can now relax in their big red swivel chairs having picked their three acts ready for the live shows. Sunday night and the stress and pressure is now on for Team Ricky and Team Sir Tom.
Well it has been a dramatic week in the world of hypnosis and hypnotherapy. The launch of ITV's new game show 'Back in the Room' where a hypnotist supposedly hypnotises game show contestants, has created outrage from the hypnotherapy profession.
As a concept, it's incredible that You're Back in the Room hasn't been thought of before. Maybe it has and no one from the other side had the common sense, bravery or foresight to green-light it. BBC executives will be regretting that decision now.
Clark Carmody is one of the favourites for a reason, but I don't think tonight was his best showing. I know he has 'it' but the song choice wasn't right. I like him and his voice, so let's hope Rita gives him another chance.
Clarkson's exit probably signals a moment to end the show. It's been going on long enough. The programme should go out in top gear; crash over a cliff. It should die a cowboy's death: in a hail of bullets with its boots on rather than limping on for years, sliding down the ratings until it's cancelled for lack of interest.
in the face, so it was amazing that people even bothered to begin a campaign for Clarkson's dismissal. It's a given. You're wasting your time and clogging up my Facebook news feed. IDIOTS!
Clarkson would have appealed to Francois Rabelais, the humanist scholar of 16th Century France whose grotesque satire was deeply offensive, despite his being a man of the cloth. The most celebrated Rabelaisian writing focused on the Carnival which perpetuated the medieval traditions of the Feast of Fools in which society briefly revelled in anarchic chaos.
Irrespective of what the 'fracas' involved, one gets the impression that a certain sector of the BBC has been gunning for Clarkson's head for many years. And why? Because he simply conducts himself onscreen in the same manner as the viewers. By being real. By being himself.
After spending six weeks watching Mark Rylance do the best "I'm glum but determined and actually a lot smarter than you imagine" face, whilst also never fully closing his eyes, I now feel totally qualified to pass comment on all things Tudor.
At the end of the film, the parents of the murdered girl, Jyoti, offer profound hope by reflecting that their daughter's name means 'light' and that even in death, Jyoti ignited a light in her country that continues to burn because the people have vowed to protest, to press for justice and equality for women.