Christopher Stevens

CHRISTOPHER STEVENS: Call The Midwife is every bit a soap opera. But it is so much more - a historical drama, crammed with props and clothes that evoke London of 1970

CHRISTOPHER STEVENS: Picture a drugs dealer and you might imagine a Mexican tattoo artist with a machete in his closet and a rucksack full of crystal meth.

Digging For Britain, the round-up of the UK's most interesting current archaeological digs, invites us to ignite our imaginations, using fragmented finds as the rocket fuel.

The name's Schama, Simon Schama . . . Schaken, not Schtirred. Telly's foremost cultural historian is nursing a soft spot for literature's most politically incorrect spy.

The name is Schama, Simon Schama. . . Chess, not Schtirred. Telly's most important cultural historian has a soft spot for literature's most politically incorrect spy.

Doc Martin was a cuddle bunny compared to this gruff, suspicious, overbearing, short-tempered character.

CHRISTOPHER STEVENS: Where The Polar Bears Wait, a half-hour passion project that Gill wrote and produced herself, introduced us to Star - a bear who was rescued 10 years ago.

Don't believe me? Get knotted - it's a recognised medical condition, called linonophobia. The clinical names for irrational fears are as bizarre as the symptoms.

CHRISTOPHER STEVENS: Poor Leonard. He'd so love to be a detective in Grantchester, but he lacks those leading man looks. Sleuths need jutting jaws - our Lennie has jutting ears.

CHRISTOPHER STEVENS: Chances are, if pocket calculators were around by the time you went to school, you've always relied on machines for adding up.