WHEN I found out the new drama The Fall wasn’t, after all, the story of a chaotic rock band with almost 50 ex-members and one constant – incorrigible, irascible Mark E Smith – I was disappointed. But the feeling didn’t last, because this is a psychological thriller and a good one, maybe the best since The Shadow Line.

‘CLICHES, cliches... I’m sick and tired of all that bloody rubbish, to be honest with you.” Is this a) Lord Sugar when confronted with another bunch of braggards spouting business-speak on The Apprentice? Or b) your correspondent on having to listen to yet more soundbites, headlines and clunky phrases passing for dia­logue in The Politician’s Husband? Both, actually. Let’s deal with The Apprentice first.

It’s Eurovision time again, and David Elder has the lowdown on the cheesiest show on TV

LAST week I slagged off Ben Elton’s sitcom The Wright Way for being old-fashioned­. Poor Ben took such a kicking for it that I almost felt sorry for him.

WHAT an unbearably sad end to Broadchurch. A community torn apart by Danny Latimer’s murder comes together for his funeral, his killer caught at last.