Talk about drama this week! Drama and announcements by the bucketload. First up, the happy news that Hollywood's most eligible bachelor, the silver fox himself, George Clooney is officially off the dating market and engaged to be married.
The lucky (lucky, lucky, LUCKY!) lady in question, Amal Alamuddin is certainly one smart cookie - literally. The multilingual human rights lawyer has managed to bag gorgeous George, and good for her, I say.
The serial dater has clearly found that it's worth the wait to find the love of your life, and with new fiancée Amal allegedly flashing her sparkler around like her life depended on it (who wouldn't!), one can't wait for further nuptial news from camp Clooney. Ahem.
Robbie Williams has announced this week that he and wife Ayda Field are to welcome a little sibling for daughter Theodora Rose. Using social media Twitter to let the world know his happy news, fatherhood clearly agrees with the former troubled Take That-er, and having openly declared his desire for more little Robbies, it really is wonderful news.
More announcements kept a'coming this week, with the long awaited confirmation of the 'new' Strictly Come Dancing host. With Brucie hanging up his tap shoes, the speculation of who was to fill them has been growing and growing, with Vernon Kay, Graham Norton, and Anton du Beke all getting a mention for the coveted role.
However, it has been confirmed that pint-size friend of the show, Claudia Winkleman is to move up the presenting ranks and take centre stage as Tess Daly's co-presenter. A tried and tested Strictly presenter, yes, and I for one am a big fan of the witty, down-to-earth mum of three, and love that a girl power duo will now dominate our autumn Saturday nights.
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But I can't help but feel a bit irked that the show will miss some much needed male presence for Tess to flirt, pout and banter off. Okay, we have Craig, Len and Bruno, but I personally think Graham Norton would have been the perfect replacement for 'our Brucie'.
I am, however, hoping I will be proved very wrong and will of course put any reservations to one side to cheer Ms Winkleman on with the rest of the nation on her inaugural show. After years of almost, but never quite getting her big presenting break, this is a well-deserved job promotion. Good for you, Claudia.
Now, love her or loathe her, it's certainly been a rough week for Katie Price. Not one to keep her private life, er, private, the pregnant mum took to Twitter to sensationally announce she was divorcing husband Kieran Hayler for allegedly having an affair with her BFF! You couldn't make it up, could you?
The grubby details are still emerging but regardless of any preconceived ideas one may have of the glamour model, even the hardest critic would have to admit if what is being reported is indeed true, to be six months preggy with your cheating hubby's baby is heart-wrenching indeed. Not nice for her, and devastating for her ever-growing brood. I genuinely wish her well at this tough time.
And to round off this week's 'peek', onto a bit of light-hearted fun, the annual Eurovision Song Contest. A show which jammed up the social media networks for four hours solid, with each tweeter desperately trying to 'out-funny' the last witty put-down.
TV 'viewer reactions' show Gogglebox should have a whole year's worth of footage and observations from this year's offering, with each section of the telly music show getting even more bizarre than the acts themselves.
Belarus's Teo (a hip-gyrating doppelgänger of Westlife) certainly kicked proceedings off on the right tone with its ditty 'Cheesecake' (just ditch the 'cake' part and they were spot-on), setting the scene for the international camp fiesta.
Act after act we were treated to yet more and more hideous costumes, sets and attempts at vocal performances. My particular favourites, for all the wrong reasons, obviously, included Poland's busty washer wenches, Germany's Pat Butcher impersonator and France wheeling out the entire cast of 1990s Eurotrash TV show to yell something about a moustache.
Of course, Molly and the UK entry did crap (we didn't even come respectably last this year), but X Factor veteran Ruth Lorenzo fared slightly better having jumped ship to her native Spain.
As always, the real winner, other than Austria's bearded women, of course, was commentator Graham Norton who managed to keep the musical droning chugging along with his witty retorts, even nabbing some airtime of his own. Well done Eurovision, a show so wacky this year that it has an awful lot to live up to next year. Good luck Austria!
