Now that I've grown up I'm glad to say I can see beyond such typecasting. I know now there are as many witty, cultured, erudite Northerners as gruff, gentle-hearted Southerners. But where's the TV to reflect it? Where are the Northern Alan Rickmans or Mr. Darcys?
Here's a recipe for a takeaway classic that's incredibly easy (plus cheaper and healthier) to make at home, whether looking to fill the freezer or just wanting an easy mid-week supper. Serve with the veggie ribbon noodles to get all of your five a day in one meal.
Given the majority of originals are not that interesting, the storylines have fundamentally revolved around Brian, Helen and Nikki who have successfully stirred the plot, ruined the peaceful vibe and shown up all the original housemates as one-dimensional bores.
I dedicated so much time to my first born and did so many things with and for him that by the time my second son came along I felt guilty if I didn't do the same for him. Even though I didn't have the luxury of the time I had with my first son, I made sure my second child didn't miss out.
Playing fast and loose with the sobriquet "celebrity", twenty new faces lined up to be shouted at by Gregg Wallace and John Torode, a duo known primarily for sitting in separate rooms and pretending to hold a conversation with each other.
The question of 'why isn't there more male nudity on TV?' also seems to get asked every so often, mostly from an entertainment perspective but what if that could actually achieve far more? Could it help a lot of anxious and unhappy men realise that they are actually perfectly normal?
As for the BBC, rather than auditioning a load of car buffs, they'd be better off going to the pub with Chris and finding out which of his mates were the best laugh. Who cares if they don't know their Toyota from their Motorola, that's what the researchers are for, right?
Shaming gluttony and laziness I hold no grudge with, but shaming an individual's weight? Here lies my issue, particularly when the mockery is perpetrated by those who often defend the notion of political correctness. People, dare I say it, who should know better.
When the subject comes up, I always talk about my condition on air. This is because, whenever I do, I always get a great deal of feedback. I always make the point of writing and ringing and even visiting families and it's nice for them to feel like they're not on their own.
I'm no killjoy and I don't watch Game of Thrones but even I know what happened due to posts unsubtly hinting of death and demise. It's Game of Thrones, what did you expect?
As the 2015 judges were announced on Tuesday morning, not only were fans underwhelmed - the "big news" had been practically everywhere prior to the official unveiling - but many threatened to boycott the show altogether, myself included.
You might have read yesterday's story in the Daily Mail about how much of the licence fee goes on funding our programmes. I wanted to explain why the Mail's interpretation is misleading. The paper's central accusation is that the BBC's income is approximately £5.1bn and only £2.4bn of this goes on 'content'. The implication they leave is that much of the rest of the money is wasted.
As an actress with Down's syndrome and a learning disability you could say I'm fairly rare. I've always enjoyed acting and was told I had a strong talent for it at an early age. Some people underestimated me though.
Whilst Marc remains the central character of the house, he sets the entire mood of the show. Regardless of the ongoing drama and notable personality clashes that exist interenally, most subsequent of Mark, the overall tone of the show is nearly spot on.
Imagine if you couldn't get involved in friends' or colleagues' conversations about Games of Thrones, Breaking Bad or W1A? As FOMO (that's Fear Of Missing Out, for anyone over 35 like me) continues to take hold, it's not acceptable for broadcasters to continue cutting one in nine people out of the popular culture of their generation.
I'm a little surprised by people's shock at the rape of Sansa, inasmuch as there wasn't much left they could do. They've poured boiling lead over a guy's skull. They're running out of options.