The development team at Renegade Pictures found Jackie's story in the Metro - world's youngest transsexual to take on Miss England beauty pageant. They got hold of a number, it arrived on my desk, and from the moment Jackie answered I knew she would be great on camera.
In short, the BBC is flush with cash - nearly £5 billion each year - but doesn't quite know what it should be doing with it. It's not quite sure if it's a quasi-business or a public service, it's nervous of sounding patrician and it's terrified of taking big creative risks for fear of losing ratings.
We're five episodes into series two and each one has been funnier than the last. Let's hope this upward trend continues. If not, I'll be so disappointed I'll have to try and recreate student life by drinking a litre of whisky and Lambrini while watching In The Night Garden.
UNICEF has put the number of street children living and working on the streets of Brazil as high as two million. As many as one in three of these children will likely die before their 18th birthday.
As an industry we need to open up a dialogue with careers advisors, parents, teachers and young people to aid their understanding of what skills we are looking for and how young people can demonstrate them. We should explode the elitism - real and perceived - inherent in our industries.
It's nice to see though that this year, they have gone all out to subvert Christmas ideas and instead make a small horror film about creepy, possessed snow people just to make sure we choose their stores to hide in should the snowpocalypse happen. Here is my step by step guide to this wintery fright fest...
Even though I have sat through the past eight weeks nit-picking and exclaiming in cod-horror every time one of the cast appeared with one too many buttons fastened, this third series of Downton Abbey has been excellent.
In another part of SW3, Binky was frantically checking her phone for news from Jamie, who was busily not getting in touch due to making 'magic' cake with his Kandy Kittens - the scantily-clad, red-brick educated women he's employed for his dubious business prospect.
The end of Downton series 3 is in sight. Quite frankly I don't know how I will cope when its gone. But let's not dwell, and focus on the issues of etiquette that were featured in the penultimate episode of this stellar series.
It wouldn't be Made In Chelsea without socially incestuous relationships, and Monday night's episode was a trigonometry lesson of lust-induced interaction. With love triangles and double dates all round, episode two of the new series was full of Chelsea maths.
Girls features an exclusively white cast both in terms of its main characters and its peripheral ones, and this has been a source of much condemnation. But instead of criticising Girls and Lena Dunham, its writer, we should really criticise ourselves.
Mrs Crawley drank her soup perfectly! It amazes me how many people today still cannot manage this.
Whilst Dunham is undoubtedly talented - her multiple credits on the show vouch for that - it is hard to see her as some sort of creative genius. She is simply a young woman who has written a somewhat autobiographical show that is funny and is receiving praise.
We've heard enough love songs about relationships in our time. It's all 'baby', 'kiss my this' and 'touch my that'... 'ooh I'm so happy', 'now you're a twat'. Bloody hell... I'm even at it now. But what about all of those other people in our lives that might be worth a mention in song? Gecko are a band that generally like to steer clear of sounding like anyone else.
Given the underwhelming Season 3 finale - closing possibly MIC's most explosive series yet - there weren't many cliffhangers to be picked up in Season 4's inaugural episode. So it was to little surprise that Louise and new accomplice Rosie were discussing a wayward Spencer Matthews, the man who had won her in the last series, just eight minutes in.
It was so refreshing to get some quality drama on ITV1 last night following the farce that came before this week's stellar episode of Downton Abbey.