As we now know, the lucky candidate was Vana Koutsomitis. Yes, I am aware that she was the runner up and as a consequence won't have to answer to Lord Sugar ever again, hence the use of the word 'lucky' as opposed to 'cursed'. You have to sympathise with the winner. Poor Joseph Valente, plumbing new depths of awfulness with that company name and logo.
José Mourinho has been dismissed as Chelsea manager a mere seven months after lifting the Premiership trophy with his triumphant team at Stamford Bridge. And it's a good thing. A very good thing indeed.
My current favourite is Chanel Oberlin, the seething, sparkling Sorority girl played by Emma Roberts in Scream Queens, a new series that's accurately been branded a 'Mean Girls meets Halloween' hybrid
If the comparison of Blind Date then and First Dates now is anything to go by, mainstream film and television have made LGBT people more visible over the past two decades. But my diary seems to support the fact that that progress in diversity in broadcasting over years has been woefully slow.
The interviews episode is always the best. Bear traps are laid, and the unwitting candidates fall into them. Every year without fail there's a numpty who believes the little lie about graduating from Cambridge/getting Highly Commended in Grade 4 Ballet/discovering the Higgs Boson won't be found out.
There already seems a lack of expertise among some of those who commission TV programmes about religion and ethics. In a recent video aimed at programme-makers which claims to explain the BBC's Religion strategy for BBC One. It doesn't mention religion until 25 seconds from the end!
It's not that I was expecting much better from one of the emptiest programmes on television, but this week's Made in Chelsea's discrimination against a bisexual man was still disappointing.
Buying a 4K TV isn't a future investment, it's about keeping up with the improving technology right now. Still not convinced? Here are four great reasons to upgrade to 4K in time for Christmas.
There's always a lot of talk about the lack of diversity in UK media. In the two decades I've been in the industry, there are waves of rising voices annually that lament the make up of this predominantly male, pale and stale arena we call show business.
In the beginning of my career the stage managers and assistant directors were horrified when they saw me. How were they going to keep to a tight schedule with a central character played by someone with Downs Syndrome? But now - they want to work with me again.
Five hundred people have complained because Ferne McCann ate a live spider on I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here! Speaking as a militant vegan and part-time arachnid rights activist, I do hope that Ofcom will put an end to this kind of barbarity. My thoughts and prayers are with the spider's family at this difficult time.
The dining table is one of my favourite things about Christmas - the smells of dinner, music around the table - putting the sounds of the Rat Pack on at Christmas encompasses the season for me.
Generation Z are growing up in a time when these ever present social media platforms are free, unfiltered and enable anyone with a smartphone to become a broadcaster. The voices and opinions that they interact with on these services are devoid of perceived journalistic bias...
One of Marvel's least-known heroines in a world of Avengers, super gods, iron men and spider men, Jessica Jones is a character we can all relate to. The main storyline introduces us to a superhero who's hanging up her costume, parking her superhuman strength as a result of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).
The BBC provides a remarkable social glue, reaching more than 90% of the population every week. Our identities, our entertainment, engagement and access are all things we see delivered by the BBC's orchestras, by its network of local speech stations and its public campaigns. The BBC World Service, now funded by the licence fee, is the single biggest influencer of our international reputation. But talking of the detail, there's much heat and little light around the vexed issue of BBC governance.
Nothing but nothing is prepared and it's almost (gasp) December. This has never happened before. At least, if it has, I have blanked it out. I have a few stocking fillers. I have a list of possible gifts to buy. I have a box of Christmas cards and some silver bells to attach to the presents I haven't bought yet. But that's it. What's wrong with me?