It's that time of the year again - cherry blossoms, the year's first barbeques and dusting off the summer wardrobe. That heady combination of fruitiness, big flaming whoppers and costume changes culminates neatly this week at the Eurovision Song Contest.
It goes by the less catchy title BBC Young Musician and has no sassy, glitzy celebs on its panel but, for sheer star quality, it leaves ITV's larks at the end of the pier. You may not care for classical music, but don't dismiss it on those grounds - after all, did you know how much you like shadow puppetry and dancing dogs till you gave BGT a whirl?
Last summer I had been given the job to add to the Attenborough Birthday celebrations by producing a special programme to celebrate both the happy day and his life's work for the BBC. Clearly, a lovely thing to do, and right from the start I was not in the slightest concerned about filling an hour with wonderful stories, clips and anecdotes courtesy arguably the worlds foremost storyteller. However, there was one slight problem - persuading David to agree to actually take part.
Outraged traders in Eastenders have this week started a petition against Cost Mart - a fictional cut-priced priced discount retailer it's feared will wipe out footfall from Walford's famous market and nearby business including 'The Caff', Queen Vic and Minute Mart convenience store...
No-one would invent the BBC today. But thank God our predecessors did. The BBC is one of this country's greatest institutions: it developed organically, almost accidentally, but it's become a central part of the public realm without being part of the state.
It's one of Grayson's greatest gifts as a documentary voice to ask the questions to which he's genuinely curious to know the answer. Not rocket-science you might think, but so much television interviewing is really a targeted exercise in quote-harvesting.
For generations now, television has been used to display the ways in which people outside of our comfort zone live. We've seen white and black, rich and poor, gay and straight. Yet bisexual men? Now that's really pushing the boundaries. Apparently showing the life of a bisexual man is a step too far for British television.
For the record no, it doesn't put me off having kids. Not in the slightest. And yes I can watch the baby's head crowning and a woman have a c-section without diving behind a cushion on the sofa and screaming.
Let me break this down for you. Beyoncé's album is not an attack on anyone. It is a celebration of the strength, endurance and potential within black womanhood. The fact that you are mad/uncomfortable/agitated about it is evidence enough of how blind you are to the realities of being one.
I am of course falling prey to 'clickbait' and also happen to be just one of the many b*stards on the planet who use the dark art as part of their vocation - it is a tool in the armoury of many industries.
It was only in February that I realised how enormously spoiled we are in finding statistics. It happened when I tried to check a statement made by Michael Gove, who claimed that the proportion of UK trade done with the EU is lower now than it was before the UK joined the EU.
It seems that I've been talking about it for months, but by this time next week I'll have actually completed the London Marathon. I'm absolutely terrified. I'm not that worried about it from a fitness point of view, although I am under no doubt it will be challenging.
Over the next fortnight, HuffPostUK Entertainment is going LOUD & PROUD, where we'll be celebrating how gay culture has influenced and, in turn, been embraced by all fields of entertainment, inspiring cinema-goers, TV audiences, music-lovers and wider society with its wit, creativity and power of expression.
Can we put this more recent decline down to Wogan? It hardly seems fair to pin it on one person and the dates show little correlation. However, Björkman's main point seems valid: that if as a country we see Eurovision as frivolous and odd, we're unlikely to send a serious artist (more to the point, a serious artist is unlikely to enter).
If you've watched series four of Made In Chelsea, you might remember a ski trip to Verbier. If you look closely you'll spot pure terror - and some tears - in my eyes when I was forced to ski. Big thanks to a very patient crew (and to Francis Boulle who was even worse than me).
What Tom taught me is that it really is possible, if you have a singular talent and a huge amount of confidence, to go out and create the life you've imagined for yourself - even if that life is very different from the one you've been leading - and yet remain the warm, regular guy you were when you set off.