We are currently in the midst of the barren lands where a series has finished some months ago and the next instalments will not be coming in to view on the horizon until the Autumn. So how does a Whovian get their fix until then? The answer has arrived in the shape of an award-winning musical...
It was rubbish- a disservice to us the audience. And it's not about the format, it's about the presenters. Jeremy Paxman and Kay Burley are everything that is iffy with modern Britain - a bully and an average.
It's the sort of programme that Scarlett Moffat from Googlebox would love. Is that a recommendation? Only about as far as unprepared blowfish is a recommendation on a Japanese restaurant menu.
I had initial concerns that a Neighbours' audience might not really go for my anarchic style of comedy, but my fears were unfounded - the show was well received. Britain gobbled up dissent. I felt at home. I would be back.
It was not Danny Cohen or Tony Hall or Oisin Tymon that killed Top Gear. It was the man who made it in the first place. I am a big fan of his work but, based on the evidence we have heard over the past few weeks, I am not such a big fan of the man any more.
You cannot go round hitting people because you don't get the steak you wanted. Sorry it that makes me sexist, PC or humourless! And if someone is on a final warning as was much trumpeted re Clarkson last year, then that's it. You can't get an even more yellow card than that.
However, there were a couple issues that came to light through the programme, one of which was the danger of denial with the mentally ill, and another being the place of guilt on those with mental illnesses.
This show shares the same attention to detail beloved by fans of 'The Killing' and other Nordic Noir dramas, and the claustrophobic, literally edge-of-the-seat stuff we've seen in 'Homeland' at its best.
Its second series ends this week and, as yet, there is no news of a third season being confirmed. Looking (Sky Atlantic, Thurs, 11.50pm) is not only entertaining and engrossing but it is the most revolutionary show currently on television, yet it seems hardly anyone is watching it.
Treadwell-Collins described the live week as being "a fantastic opportunity for EastEnders to create a massive national event, and one that will enable us to celebrate 30 years of [the show] in spectacular style." He didn't disappoint.
Twelve acts remain and of those, four will leave tonight. No second chances. It will be pack your bags and Bon voyage!
While Clarkson's true-to-form casual attitude to the 'fracas' and bravado to the subsequent BBC action of suspending him might give the impression that no damage has really been done, PR-wise, many media experts would disagree.
There's this thing that keeps happening. A film is announced, and in this film there's a trans character, and there's talk of positive representation, and giving a voice to a stigmatised section of society, and it's all good. And then the actor playing the part of the trans person is announced, and they're not trans.
It's now been proved it's absolutely possible, and even likely, that Anna Magdalena Bach had a creative hand in work attributed to her husband. We have a musical 'canon' which more or less excludes women, and this new research raises a burning question: whether some music by women (which must exist) could be hidden under male relatives' names.
If you don't live in New Zealand then this may have passed you by, but there has recently been a bit of controversy surrounding our version of The X Factor.
Team Rita and Team Will can now relax in their big red swivel chairs having picked their three acts ready for the live shows. Sunday night and the stress and pressure is now on for Team Ricky and Team Sir Tom.