BBC1’s The Great British Bake Off finished just 85,000 behind ITV’s Saturday edition of The X Factor on 10.2 million/43%; the biggest show of the week
Ah, school. Even now, the discordant rattle of a classroom door rekindles memories of milk warming by the radiator, the stress in delivering a Valentine card when she barely even knows you exist, the jam jars speckled with paint and the eye-bulging concentration required to play the trumpet.
The already notorious Alaska-in-the-bin saga – consolidated to 10.3 million/39% after a whopping 2.1 million recorded and watched.
The live audience for The Great British Bake at 8pm on Wednesday 13 August was 6.9 million/32%
BBC1’s new drama In The Club launched on Tuesday 5 August at 9pm to a live rating of 4 million/ 19%
The Fifteen Billion Pound Railway ended on 30 July 2014 with a live rating of 2.2 million/11%. After more than 240,000 recorded and watched, it ended on 2.4 million/11%.
Channel 4’s Royal Marines Commando School launched on 14 July at 9pm with a consolidated rating of 3.1 million/12%
The third episode of The Honourable Woman consolidated to 2.3 million/10%, the lowest so far
ITV’s trip to Old Bond Street with Inside Asprey: Luxury By Royal Appointment served the channel well on Thursday 3 July with a live rating of 3.1 million/15%.
The most-recorded show of the week was Friday’s Coronation Street at 8.30pm
Fargo ended on 22 June at 9pm with a live rating of 1.4 million/6%.
Encore averaged a live rating of 20,000/0.2% across its broadcast hours for its first week
Elsewhere, two BBC1 drama trios ended, while Channel 4 will be delighted with Bear Grylls’ deserted islanders.
Ignoring for a moment the thing that’s about to land from Brazil, the week of ITV’s Britain’s Got Talent live knockouts is like a bugle heralding summer.
Larry David, co-creator of Seinfeld and writer/star of Curb Your Enthusiasm, once said he carried his Emmy with him wherever he went, but was very casual about it.
After the return of Wallander this week, with bigger-than-ever numbers, BBC4, instigator of the Nordic Noir boom, might just be in line for a gong.
There was a lot of swooning, dramatic death and romantic angst in early 19th century Italy as blouse-wafted poets and their young wives wandered about the place.
It’s hard not to feel a bit sorry for valleys, lying as they do beneath the la-di-da hills with all their sun and fresh air.
The pitch, way back when, would have been interesting: rambling stories punctuated by displays of vaguely incompetent magic tricks.
Some movie scenes stick with you, like David Niven and Robert Wagner dressed as gorillas driving a sports car and being chased by Peter Seller’s Clouseau, the opening to Saving Private Ryan, or when Mr Vader owns up to being Luke’s dad.
There’s no stopping the singing, dancing and juggling (or all three) talent show.
My school trips tended to be to places like Littlehampton or Eastbourne. All revolved around the same dreary experience: where to find shelter from the incessant wind-assisted rain to eat fish paste sandwiches and drink warm, weak squash out of a plastic beaker.
One of the space shuttles is called Endeavour. Some years ago, I watched it launch into the Florida yonder with mad, fiery urgency, catapulting towards the stillness of space. I can’t imagine melancholic Endeavour Morse launching into any yonder but there are times when his fiery urgency boils over.
The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy states, boldly but not inaccurately, that space is big. Really big.
Plenty has already been said about BBC3, but should its shows be in the top 30 consolidated shows?
In the same buildings where Woolies once offered its pick ’n’ mix range of gardening tools, CDs and bleach, pound shops now offer… well, much the same eclectic stuff but all for a pound.
It’s likely that series two of BBC2’s Line Of Duty was dispatched into the world with robust hopes after the dramatic denouement of series one.
In A Streetcar Named Desire, Marlon Brando’s bad boy Stanley stands at the foot of the steamy New Orleans apartment’s stairs and screams “Hey Stella!”. Stella’s languid descent ends in a slightly sweaty tryst; Romeo and Juliet it ain’t.
It may just be an of-the-moment thing, but in this most miserable, annoying, bleak and dank of winters, where chinks of cheeriness are obscured by cold, grey swirling waters, quite a few TV series are enjoying their best of times.
Ardent fans of Scottish League One football still long for one result when Methil’s finest take on the pride of Angus: East Fife 4, Forfar 5.
More than 111 million people watched the Super Bowl in the US. I’m not a great fan of knickknacks, but the idea of watching a big bowl seems preferable to me than sitting through the seemingly wilfully obtuse game that is American Football.
It’s winter and if in the hearth there burns just a candle, then the dear old television set compensates with many a warming treat.
The year is now well under way and the schedules are beginning to take shape. Returning code-crackers got off to a decent start for ITV, while a British children’s classic has been given a youthful American rubdown for E4.
As we emerge into the new year blinking like lambs, our national fondness for the irregular has been confirmed.
Between 21 December and 1 January, the BBC received 80 million iPlayer requests for TV. Doctor Who’s Christmas Day episode had 2 million requests on its own – the revolution is slowly gathering pace.
Mrs Brown’s Boys’ position as Christmas Day 2013’s top show has been confirmed, after recorded viewing added a further 2m viewers to its overnight total.
I’m a Celebrity’s share was 7% up year-on-year, while ITV can also toast attracting more young, upmarket viewers, writes Stephen Price.
Doctor Who’s 50th anniverary special has passed Downton Abbey to become the most watched TV drama of the year after adding 2.6m in the week after broadcast.
The camera caresses the wide open spaces of Downton Abbey’s grounds as the trees, like shadowy sentinels, stand guard.
Maybe it’s because the news is so grim, but at 8pm on Tuesday nights people are eschewing the world of woe, perhaps delighted to fret instead about the state of strangers’ petit fours or Victoria sponges in a tent in the middle of a field; it’s as close to literally being eye candy as you can get.
This week had a certain fin de siècle about it as three dramas all ended on the same night, with mixed fortunes.
With exploited Victorian children and sadistic murderers, it’s currently August rather than TS Eliot’s April that is the cruellest month.
Working in TV can be quite glamorous, but when August arrives, things do slow down – to the extent that my big job seems to be pairing up the hundreds of socks I own.
Although August is the month of holidays and a time when the news goes a bit round the bend –Michael Jackson, Freddie Mercury and whistling llamas on the Today programme was the starting gun – television still entices viewers.
And the heat goes on; it’s great.I’ve forgotten what long trousers are like.
Neil Cross’s drama returned to 5 million on its original TX, a decent number but slightly lacking the punch of the 5.5 million who tuned in for series two’s opener back in 2011.
It’s like working in the tropics: blinds on the windows, electric fan wafting warm-ish air from side to side and causing occasional trouser-fluttering surprise when I’d forgotten about it.
Does the god of news have a woe-ometer and is it cranked up to 10? Everything seems full of woe, and now it seems the lights may go out because the donkey peddling the power stations is running out of hay.
As demonstrated by the Live Aid performance, a Queen has a certain powerful aura.