After a few weeks of feeling like you were gatecrashing Jackanory, and one week shouting at Terry Wogan, this week's Saturday primetime on BBC1 finally brought something worthy of the name "prime" (and, um, "time") in the screening a fabulous Doctor Who - an episode so rip-roaring my stupid failure to notice it was a two-parter literally had me yelling at the telly. It is fully reviewed and dissected on The Stage blog.
If I sound excitable, I'm sorry - but if the North American Galifrey One 'Who Convention has also made you excited out of all proportion with reality, then there's still time to plan your visit. It's being held at one Los Angeles Airport Marriott hotel ("within sight of the airport!" the publicity emotes, enthusiastically. Well, one would hope so. It would be a very bad airport hotel if they put it, for example, within sight of the nearest pier). Guests include Colin Baker! And others who have been involved, however vaguely, in the production of Doctor Who! At some point! Once!
If you can't get a cheap fare this time, try not to fret, there will be another one next year. Maybe Sylvester McCoy will be there. And also, even if you got to go this year, you'd have to miss a whole weekend of Big Brother, which may, it seems, be starting quite soon. Will it be the raunchiest ever? The most outrageous? The dullest? Well, we can but wait and see. One thing's for sure, thanks to the recent furore over phone charges, it'll certainly be the cheapest.
And, if the current tide of reality TV malaise is anything to go by, will it be the last? Though Project Catwalk has got a fabulous blog following in the US, South Dakota Dark has clearly fallen out of love with the American Idol format. As, it seems, has Simon Cowell.
I realise it's just the weak-willed of us that gave up on Lost seasons ago, but for those of you who still watch the life-sucking monster of the South Sea islands, keep away from the following links: TWOP recap the last episode of series three; the SDD review of the same; and if you're still lost by it all, there's a whole raft of conspiracy theories over at a dedicated theories site. To wade through all that, you may need a Wikipedia key to the Mythology of Lost.
Well, there are worse ways to spend your time. Dedicating several days to trying to secure one of the six foot-tall heads of great people from history off the title sequence of Blockbusters, for example. Not that that's a BAD thing. Who wouldn't want an enormous hand-sculpted polystyrene version of Nelson Mandela's face for their home?
Oh, I'm sorry, it's all very flip this week - far too much light entertainment. Here: have a documentary on the life of Friedrich Nietzsche courtesy of Smashing Telly. Ahh. That's better.
