Amid all the excitement and more than a dash of disappointment over the return of Top Gear, it is going to be interesting to hear what happens on Chris Evans' breakfast show on Radio 2 this week. Now all the hype is over, Evans has to deal with pretty poor reviews and some slating feedback...
We've seen Britain's most famous landlady battle cancer, negotiate her family's many feuds and cover up their crimes. She's taken - and dished out - a number of slaps, and watched her beloved pub burn to the ground, all while seeming far mightier than her 4'11" stance suggests she should be.
The Great British Sewing Bee is back and this means one of two things. You're either swooning over Patrick Grant being back on the TV or you're wishing you could make your own clothes. While I can't help you with the first one here are five reasons you should stop wishing and start doing...
Justin Timberlake is obviously great, but he's American, totally irrelevant to this extravaganza, which has traditionally invited a fitting act to showcase the host nation. And that hasn't worked out badly either. Riverdance stole the show in 1994, and never looked back.
Clearly at a vulnerable place in her life following her father's cancer diagnosis, the press have pounced on her, seeing her torment as an opportunity to knock the star that they spent so long building up, right back down again. And I for one have been feeling increasingly uncomfortable watching the whole circus.
Katie Price has been let down by Loose Women and the viewers who complained about her. I hope that ITV and Ofcom recognise the double standard inherent in the complaints and dismiss them, showing this up for what it is: slut-shaming snobbery.
I was very honoured that the BBC asked me to represent the UK in the 1994 Eurovision, though I will admit, I was nervous to say yes and actually I did say "Nooooooo." So they then sent the famous songwriter Don Black to persuade me to do it. It worked.
Unfortunately for Ireland's Nicky Byrne, he's going to get a lot of stick for not making it through to the final. It was a good song compared to some of the ones that went through and I thought he did a good job but he was up against it.
The launch itself was a pretty tough affair. There you are proudly showing off your music video and telling them you're representing your country at Eurovision, and at the same time your phone is beeping whilst someone is wishing you dead on Twitter. I'd be lying if I said the mixed reaction didn't hurt.
Through examining 10 cases in Murderers and their Mothers, I have begun to unpick the complex fabric of the killer by pulling at the "mother" thread. Why such an emphasis on mothers? What about the fathers? Isn't this sexist? These are questions that I have encountered a lot over the past few months.
When I set out to write a history of the activities of the Women's Institute of England and Wales in 2009 I had no inkling that it would lead to a full-blown television drama series. I am a historian, so the suggestion that a village women's institute might be a potential seed of an idea for a drama came not from me but from the brilliant mind of Home Fires' creator and writer, Simon Block.
It's the Eurovision Song Contest this Saturday - but a recent poll has found the UK would vote 'Leave' if there were a referendum on our participation, in some kind of musical Brexit. This must surely be one the most depressing results of recent times. One can only extrapolate that in these times of austerity, us Brits are cutting back on our sense of fun too.
In 2014 my husband was kidnapped by ISIS. I do not know if he is alive or dead, and every day I pray for some news of his well-being. Eighteen months ago we made the difficult decision to leave. But the problem throughout the world is that nobody wants Syrian people. To the rest of the world Syrian people and their children are very cheap; their blood is very cheap. We don't come to Europe to eat, we don't come here to have a flat. I stayed for years in Syria without much food, we stayed for five years without a lot of things. I don't want to eat, and I can stay in the streets if I need to. But I don't want to see my children dead in front of my eyes.
This list is comprised of my personal (that means my own opinion) picks for the top 5 kick ass-iest (if you're wondering, I coined the term) female driven television shows currently on air. Kick ass being defined as extremely good or impressive with or without actual ass kicking occurring within the plot lines.
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?