I hate flying. My stomach churns at the mere thought of it.

The BBC has the obligation to think big. And at the moment, that clarion call sounds an uncertain note to me.

I deplore the loss of arts on BBC One and Two.

You have to be damn certain you're putting something better in its place.

Over the last two years, I have been able to comb through The Prince's archives. I have been free to read his journals, diaries and many thousands of the letters.

The BBC produces wonderful programmes; it also produces a load of old rubbish.

I ought to rejoice in the fact that our principal rival has died, but I don't.