It is only now, really, four months after the series finale FeLiNa (which in case you didn't know is the combination of the elements iron, sodium and lithium, a.k.a. blood, meth and tears), that I know one thing for certain: Breaking Bad is the best show I have seen in the past 23 years.
I LOVE Sherlock. The energy, the sense of humour, the casting, the writing, that coat - seasons one and two have been my happy place on many an idle evening and nursed me through more than one sick day. So, like about 98% of the internet, I was waiting with bated breath for series three. And you know what? It was rubbish. Sorry, but it was.
I laughed so hard, the last 20 years melted away. All those disappointing vehicles like their spin on Randall and and Hopkirk (Deceased) and the later, humdrum Shooting Stars were soon forgiven.
We believe that public consultation is crucial to continued public trust in what we do. Our new Classification Guidelines reflect explicitly concerns raised by the public during the 2013 consultation and will, I believe, ensure that we continue to be in step with what the public wants and expects in order to make sensible and informed viewing decisions.
I find it incredibly sad then that in a world where the powerful get ever more so, those without a voice are increasingly denied any real medium to express themselves in mainstream TV. I'm sure the producers are thrilled with the response to Benefits Street... Whipping up a storm is just what they wanted.
Like nearly all of the 1970s rockers, Ted Nugent built his reputation through years of hard touring, "We played 300 concerts a year, but we didn't make any money. We could pay expenses, keep good speakers in the amps and share hotel rooms. It was tough, but that didn't matter, I'm a hunter I'll sleep in the woods."
In many ways San Francisco was the perfect place to begin our journey exploring three decades of American rock. The city was spiritual home to the peace and love movement that reflected the dreams and aspirations of the sixties generation...
As storms braced Britain, the nation curled up on the sofa to watch former EastEnders actor Ricky Groves, the little one from dance troupe Diversity, every thirtysomething's first crush, presenter Michaela Strachan, Hollyoaks brainbox Gemma Merna and TOWIE's Gemma Collins take on their most terrifying reality TV challenge yet.
The fictional consulting detective can never be conclusively diagnosed but an increasing number of people seem to take it as read that he's autistic, even those who should know better.
Where I can appreciate the fact that this episode was meant to be a grand monologue of Sherlock's perspective on conventional ceremony and traditional banalities, it loses substantial credit for it began to just assume that it was ground-breakingly clever.
I pity anyone out there who happened to come across the BBC's serialisation of Death Comes to Pemberley without first having read Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.
Did anyone happen to see what Channel 5 decided to showcase on Christmas Day to win the TV ratings war? I'm sure millions tuned in but in case you didn't know, at 8.40pm Channel 5 decided to go into the prime time battle by screening Eddie Stobart - 12 Days of Christmas.
With almost three quarters of British adults unable to remember some or all of the gifts they were bought last Christmas, I am joining CARE International UK's campaign to stop people squandering their hard earned cash on last minute throw away buys. Rather than the usual deluge of socks, soap and chocolate we're urging people to consider a lasting and memorable gift idea by giving vouchers for the micro-lending charity site, www.lendwithcare.org. The site enables people in the UK to lend small sums of money (from £15) to poor entrepreneurs in developing countries, helping them start or expand their small business, feed their families and send their children to school.
I have met Peter Hitchens and found him quite pleasant off set but when the cameras were on I found him a bit silly. On occasion, I find myself agreeing with him, but there is usually a later paragraph where it all goes awry. He is much like David Icke, there are moments where I nod, then I turn the page and go, "ah, perhaps not".
There are many obscure and bizarre theories floating around out there about what might have happened to Lord Lucan after he disappeared in 1974. That is why this incredible mystery has turned into such a fantastical myth. But even so... the weird ending of ITV's latest Lord Lucan two-parter - Lucan - was, well, one hell of a stretch.
Paul Unwin may not be a household name, but in TV terms he's a serious mover and shaker as one of the brains behind British TV's longest running medical saga, Casualty. I spoke to the amiable writer, director and photographer about his recent project, ITV's period medical drama Breathless.