With exception of Sonia who earned a nursing degree, there's a dearth of higher education, which is odd considering all the universities in real London, including the East End. Sure, in the early years, Michelle went to college, as did her well-schooled roommate Rachel.
The World cup is a distant memory, the nights are starting to draw in and for most, (sorry Scotland) the return to school is imminent. This can only mean one thing, the return of the one, the only, The X Factor.
Kellie's been open about her public declaration of her new identity, admitting she was pushed to speak to the media after a journalist discovered "the story" - so why has she chosen to continue being in front of the cameras, when it's plainly obvious to viewers that she still has a number of personal, emotional issues to work through?
The most interesting thing in the world is people. And, talking about interesting, which we were, and people, which we are, there is a peculiar juxtaposition in two TV series currently on air.
Bread week in the Bake Off tent means an array of yawnsome "rise to the challenge" puns and half the episode spent fretting over proving draws. The third episode of season five begins with the signature challenge of a dozen identical rye rolls (not "wry rolls", as I originally thought).
After 50 minutes or so flying, Hitadipa is in sight. It's located at the bottom of a narrow valley and due to its location, makes for a dramatic approach. It requires pilots to descend deep into the narrow valley in order to ensure they can land at the very beginning of what is a short and usually slippery grass airstrip.
John Simm is back as John Middleton- father of Bert the narrator -and Maxine Peak as his wife Grace. Their baby girl is now well into her childhood, looking up to Bert as Bert looked up to Joe, and there is an edge of optimism to this new series that hadn't quite made it in the first.
It's back! People kneeling next to ovens! Thinly veiled baking innuendo! Mary Berry going mad for any cake with a hint of alcohol in! Paul Hollywood's eyes staring through you into the depths of your very soul!
The Voice is fantastic, BGT is amazing...but what we are all waiting for is the big one, the world cup of reality shows. The one, the only The X Factor.
Last week Big Brother claimed the public had the power. Aside from a couple of very trivial decisions that made very little impact to the show, it was probably the most underwhelming power trip this series has yet seen.
I feel under siege, everything feels like an emergency from the fear we're on the cusp of a World War to the fact I missed my dentist appointment and he's going to charge me for it. Why am I so strung out? I'm sure in the past I wasn't this panicked...
So what's the big deal, why do I and why should you care so much? Well to be honest, I can't go into much detail because I don't want to spoil even the smallest thing. Scandal was recommended to myself when just two episodes had aired.
Despite the fact I made my short but sweet return to the house on Tuesday to effectively stir things up within an eventful 60 seconds, this week proved to be a little more interesting than previous since my departure.
While the watershed does usefully remind us that there is offensive and harmful material on our screens after 9.00pm, with the challenge posed by the internet and on demand TV is the watershed past its sell by date?
It might have only been 10 days since my eviction from the Big Brother house but somehow it already feels like a lifetime ago I lived in there.
Something that continues to frustrate many of us in the industry, are the media's laziness in only plucking out and promoting the same ''diverse'' young talent, over and over again as if only one exists out there. One young man that's making his moves both in front of the airwaves as behind is my old MTV presenter Melvin Odoom...