Final of BBC1 show cooks up a whopping 12 million, putting Strictly and X Factor in the shade
Final instalment proves too strong for BBC1’s New Tricks, but Bake Off nets best ever overnight
BBC dance contest beats ITV rival The X Factor as shows go head-to-head at 9pm on the night
ITV’s biopic of the Liverpudlian singer and the return of the Crawleys give broadcaster the edge
A funny thing happened last week. I answered the door to a bewhiskered man, who beckoned me to enter a large device wheezing gently in my garden.
BBC1’s Sunday pre-launch show beats ITV’s The X Factor as the two go head-to-head
But still manages to beat BBC1’s Doctor Who and Countryfile in weekend primetime slots
Peter Capaldi’s debut draws in the viewers to BBC1, but can’t rise to the challenge of beating Bake Off
Gymnastics show improves on last week as MOTD return caps a strong night for channel
Cookery contest rises to the occasion on BBC1 debut but Tumble disappoints on Saturday night
Closing ceremony tops the table as coverage of the final weekend inflicts a heavy defeat on rivals
Opening Ceremony tops the table for BBC1 but Games proper puts in an average performance
BBC News At Ten was the highest-placed non-soap, as ITV’s Long Lost Family made a strong return
BBC1 beats rival ITV 4-1 in ratings terms as broadcasters go head-to-head for first time in Brazil
Jimmy McGovern drama and Sunday stalwart Countryfile are bright spots in a football-heavy week.
Dolly Parton’s set gives BBC2 its highest rating of the weekend, but World Cup wins.
Benefits Britain beats C4, BBC2 and ITV as World Cup continues to dominate elsewhere.
In a week dominated by the World Cup, England v Italy tops the table while Brazil v Croatia is ITV’s best.
ITV’s Secret Life of Cats narrowly beats BBC1’s Crimewatch but Babies episode falls to Happy Valley
The World Cup looms, promising fame like a faintly sinister hawker; all the fun of the Fifa fair is to be had if you’re rich.
It’s probably just coincidence, but the weather that is making such a mockery of May is storming in from Europe.
A friend of mine owns a poster from the 1930s for a ferry company, advertising trips from Hull to Norway.
In times of ubiquitous bad temperedness, Saturday’s annual reality holiday felt especially welcome.
In 1982, the Amalgamated Society of Boilermakers, Shipwrights, Blacksmiths and Structural Workers merged with the General, Municipal, Boilermakers and Allied Trade Union to form the GMBATU.
Some scraps of dialogue have been found from Daphne du Maurier’s original draft of Jamaica Inn.
Having made it through the neverending rain with the increasingly panicky impression that January might not actually have ended, the spring bewilders us with a sudden phalanx of bank holidays showering themselves upon our pasty, sun-starved faces and the chance to watch a Bond movie or six.
Cowell talent show and brand new Amazing Greys give ITV bragging rights for Saturday night
Numbers can be like people. Occasionally, they interlope and confuse: the first time I heard The Special AKA belt out their African liberation anthem, and perhaps affected by the party atmosphere, I warbled lustily about three Nelson Mandelas.
On our road there’s a tree that, at this time of year, produces a sappy, sticky fruit.
I was a cub scout for just a week. Consequently, I missed the bit about being prepared, always.
The number 21 million weighed on my mind this week. Why? I’ll give you a clue: it’s from a faded Guardian cutting from February 1994, just over 20 years ago.
That’s it, then. No more wobbly triple axels, uncertain camel spins or hydrant lifts of a Sunday night.
The fear of all middle-managers is the dreaded call to attend an executive training course involving role-playing.
Where was the parent-jarring madness? Gone, it seems, are the days of rock stars mooning or machine-gunning on the Brit Awards stage, or an anarchist band hurling water over the deputy prime minister.
Down through the ages, the UK has often found itself smitten with a fad that promised adventure or riches.
Among the running and jumping of summer 2012, we grappled with the spelling of Taekwando.
I once interrupted a big knobs’ meeting, holding the week’s schedule aloft.
At an evening of cello scraping on Saturday, I was reminded why I couldn’t master a musical instrument.
When I was a humble ratings estimator, an agitated sales exec asked why I’d rated so highly a drama that had yet to air. “Because it’s on in January and it’s got the word ‘summer’ in the title,” I blurted. To my relief, it was believed.
While John Profumo, minister of war and soon-tobe epithet to a scandal, lounged around Bill Astor’s pool at Cliveden more than 50 years ago, talking of things toffs do, Christine Keeler sashayed up and a nation was gripped.
At Christmas, time becomes your own personal property; it’s always five minutes past the yardarm somewhere and there’s usually time for one more mince pie.
It’s been 40 years since the mystery of what happened to Lord ‘Lucky’ Lucan and this week ITV began its two part tale of the Earl who vanished from the bloody Belgravia scene.
It’s almost a Dickensian scene: the remains of a roasted goose sit on a table as a fat, rosy-faced uncle rests contentedly by a roaring fire, sipping his sherry and contemplating his works.
How on earth did it get to be December? I had weeks, if not months, to do my Christmas shopping and now, suddenly, there are just a handful of days left.
England’s lacklustre friendly against Chile on ITV handed the BBC’s Children In Need a lively boost Belgium is famously famous for having few famous people.
BBC1’s Ripper Street and The Escape Artist lose viewers as ITV’s Downton Abbey goes out on a high
At school, I got into terrible difficulty trying to build a model Tudor house out of an old shoe box.
Brucie’s absence doesn’t stop BBC1 show from stealing a march on ITV rival The X Factor