In another part of SW3, Binky was frantically checking her phone for news from Jamie, who was busily not getting in touch due to making 'magic' cake with his Kandy Kittens - the scantily-clad, red-brick educated women he's employed for his dubious business prospect.
He was saved in this week's dance off against Johnny Ball by Craig, Darcey and Bruno and now lives to see another week on the Strictly dance floor. In this exclusive interview I catch up with the man we saw rocking Sixties florals and Jedward high quiffs to the max. He's one of the most lovable TV presenters around... it's Richard Arnold!
While Wales may be famous for its choirs, its hills, sheep, beacons, rugby teams, the powers that MTV be have strangely chosen to concentrate instead on glamour model Lateysha - "this body is wasted in the Valleys" - bricklayer Chidgey - "you can't shag a personality" - and Nicole - "I'd do anything to be brainy." Welsh reps are complaining that this isn't representative.
Five days a week, 52 weeks a year, the hard-working commuters of Essex flood into London's financial Square Mile and the towers of Canary Wharf to help keep the wheels of the British economy turning. Let me put it this way: Essex is a county of entrepreneurs, risk takers and dreamers.
Cheryl and Julie were the first two to enter the house, and were soon told by Big Bro to create a real life soap opera, by following the instructions given via earpieces... I remember the days when the drama wrote itself and did not have to be directed like one big episode of The Truman Show.
This Saturday sees the first episode of Lord Andrew Lloyd Webber's search for a new Jesus Christ Superstar on ITV. It seems like the ultimate quest - trying to find a Jesus Christ. People are always seeing images of Him. But could this image have the abs for a loin cloth and sing falsetto in arenas around the UK opposite a Radio 1 DJ and a former Spice Gi
Just over 5 months ago, X Factor crowned Little Mix as the winners of the 2011 show... On May 23rd in Liverpool the search started once again for the ...
I am not entirely sure whether to be pleased or depressed that the latest Britain's Got Talent sensation, Jonathan and Charlotte, are becoming such a phenomenon. On the one hand, it partially proves the theory that there is an enormous untapped appetite for opera (or operatic-like noises) in the UK.
The adorable Lauren Thalia got the show off to a cracking start with her unique version of Turn my swag on. At just 12 years old, Lauren played her guitar and sang like a seasoned pro. A bright future awaits her. Remember the name.
As tasks go, forcing this group of self-styled 'business brains' to come up with gym session ideas was a bit unfair. After all, these are people who can barely cope with flogging ironic vintage tat to hipsters, which as challenges go is approximately 110% easier than convincing a dog to eat a Winalot sandwich.
If you've been keeping track, you'll know that whoever wins this series will be the eighth apprentice Lord Sugar has taken on so far. But does he really need another? What happened to the others?
Shock of the week: Natalie Cassidy leaving the house, after the twins received a chorus of boos bigger than their own egos. Natalie hit the nail on the head by saying they are the most confident girls she has ever encountered...
When it comes to magazines, I always start from the back. Not only do they seem somehow weightier that way, but starting at the front you have to wade...
The fact that I missed the first 15 minutes doesn't really mean too much, as this series reminds me of my last relationship; full of excitement and false promise that it was actually going somewhere. But the snap, crackle and pop is slowly fading on the Big Brudda hoose, and not even the prospect of seeing Denise's sagging udders could save it from a slow and painful demise.
The days of TV gold are no more, as Andrew Stone pirouetted out of the house tonight in the campest fashion imaginable. Not only did he have to leave dressed as a pantomime beast, but the world's smallest carriage complete with pigmy pony was parked up in the garden ready to feed him to the hungry crowd.
When it comes to the X Factor, maybe the mantra that was drummed into us at school sports days is true after all - it's not the winning that counts, it really is the taking part...