Tess and Claudia, whose wardrobes in past weeks have been worryingly normal, returned to form in two hideous outfits: Tess in an I-Made-This-In-My-Year-Nine-Textiles-Class number, featuring cheap lace panelling and a missing sleeve, Claudia in a Matalan bargain basement jumpsuit, complete with 80s shoulder pads.
CSI gave me my childhood wish, even if it didn't happen until I was in my 20s. Here was a coroner who just did his job, happened to be disabled, and it was all just realistic. He was a fully fleshed out character, a little bit odd, but not a single one of the standard disabled screen clichés. CSI was the show I had been waiting for my whole life.
Tonight Siralanlordsugar challenged both teams - back to boys versus girls, yawn - to create and market a brand new shampoo. And not just any old shampoo. One with a unique ingredient - cactus seed oil. I shall refrain from making any reference to it being suitable for a bunch of pricks.
In the same decade that we moan of 'political correctness gone mad' and 'positive discrimination', why are talented members of minority groups still hugely underrepresented on our televisions, radios and in our films? I am tired of being the only woman in an interview lineup, simply because the job had the word 'technician' in the title.
Fewer than one-in-five (17%) feel they have a good understanding of how big businesses operate. A third (34%) go as far as saying that big business "exists in a different world to me". Perhaps part of the appeal of The Apprentice is that it offers some type of insight, however contrived, into a world few understand.
In the last season of The Apprentice, only one candidate (Soloman Akhtar) stood out with a real technological mind. Even when Solomon would approach a task that was somewhat tech related, he would be referred to as the 'techy one' and sometimes mocked for it.
Mainstream cinema has an incredible power to influence, particularly in young people's formative years. With a close, emotional connection to the characters on our screens, girls often learn about femininity through these constructed portrayals of womanhood. The media industry, therefore, has a crucial responsibility to provide a range of truthful depictions of women.
Entertainment's obsession with the bad boy brings those of us who are looking for a thrill to try, at least once, to dance with the devil. It makes us settle for the worst, look for challenges in guys who smell like danger rather than in those who can give us a good time without hurting us.
All hail GBBO star, queen and general lovely lady, Nadiya. (Full name: Nadiya Hussain, but she really needs no surname a la Beyoncé.) She's adored for both her sweet cakes and sweet nature and may have just accidentally become the dream poster girl for religious and cultural tolerance in the UK. Casual.
From The A-Team to CSI, some of the most popular and enduring television shows have centred on a family, either real or created. John Logan's gothic horror Penny Dreadful is no exception to this generalisation.
Anita and Gleb performed the American Smooth to 'Unchained Melody' from Ghost. Gleb is without question the hottest dancer Strictly has ever had and thus caused me to lose concentration and I focused entirely on his muscular arse, so I've no idea if the routine was any good. Soz.
With the quite frankly mass of modern social media and dating apps, meeting the one is quite frankly impossible, but finding 40million bizarre ones, a one night stand or some naughty sexting is just a swipe away.
The final of the Great British Bake Off did not disappoint. More than 14million viewers tuned in to see Tamal, Nadiya and Ian bake, among other things, classic British cakes.
I'm not saying I have a gift but I have correctly predicted the winner of the Great British Bake Off four years in a row. Does this mean I should be given Paul Hollywood's job? They've asked but I told them it was important that the judging maintained its gender balance.
Robert Peston is a Number Two. A quite brilliant Number Two, one of the best in the business. The sort of Number Two everyone wants by their side because he makes their job easier and them look better. But he's still a Number Two. Which is why his much-anticipated transfer to ITV will be a disaster.
There is no morality to food. It is sustenance, joy, sharing, culture, and just plain fun. We were given taste buds and pleasure centres in our brains for a reason. And bodies that live, breathe, play, and love.